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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 2 months

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I don't now if your done one like this but could you do one with like Lando and Zak Brown's daughter? Like there sneaking around but everyone just knows and finds it cute?

Also your writing is just AMAZING 👏

Not Very Discreet - LN

No part 2 requests please

Y/n Brown has joked publicly about her dad loving Lando more than he loves her. Joked but she also meant it quite seriously.

"Y/n, are you on babysitting duty for Lando? Or are you getting in the karts with us?" George jokes as they make a 2019 rookies video and he spots y/n dressed in a red and black karting suit.

"Actually the team is all karting together, I was invited to join in." Y/n smiles while George nods then flicks his gaze to Lando who looks like he might be containing the urge to throw a fist at the fellow Brits face.

"Is that you camera she's stolen there mate?" George questions making Lando look at y/n.

"She's keeping it safe. I hardly trust myself to have it, you'd probably smash it." Lando states trying to continue as if no one has caught onto the relationship.

Most of the drivers suspect even Zak knows but won't say anything on it because he's just letting them get on with it and move at whatever pace they are happy with.

Y/n stays out the way, trying not to end up in any shots or be a distraction to Lando. Though every time she glances up at him, he's catching her gaze for a moment before redirecting his attention.

Eventually they finish up and Alex and George take off while Lando sticks around smiling as he steals a kiss that she's definitely not expecting.

"Oh-Lando. The team is going to be here any second." Y/n gasps gently stepping back from him while he looks slightly saddened from her withdrawal from him. She does manage a weak smile and handing his camera back to him. "Ready to watch me destroy the team?"

"So long as you beat Oscar." Lando shrugs while she smiles more brightly at him.

"Get some good pictures of it?"

Feeling jealous about y/n isn't fair, but it is exactly what's going on with her and Oscar being so close is sparking some fire in his chest and a new urge to absolutely wreck Oscar in.

But when Zak appears, he distracts Lando from his focus of trying to shoot lasers from his eyes to his teammate.

"Y/n, sweetheart. We're getting going. Are you coming back with me or getting a lift?" Zak asks making y/n turn from where she's been laughing with Oscar and a couple of the others.

"You want to give me a lift?" Y/n questions since despite her constant presence, Zak rarely remembers to actually pay enough attention to her. Though she can drive and she often just gets a ride with someone within the team, 100% of the time it's Lando.

"You are my daughter."

"You never usually offer." Y/n hums before narrowing her eyes as if to sus the man out. "Am I in trouble?"

"No. You're not in trouble, why would you be in trouble?" Zak laughs looking at Lando who just shrugs. Though he knows the exact reason she is so untrusting, Zak is somewhat inconsistent as a parent and his attention to his daughter comes and goes like he's on a merry-go-round.

"I'm getting a lift...but thank you."

"Alright, no problem. Well I'm heading out. We will have lunch tomorrow instead." Zak states opening his arms and making the young woman smile lightly as she accept the hug from him. "Be good, if you're getting a lift from Lando again don't encourage him over the speed limit."

"You act like I'm the bad influence."

"You are." Both Lando and Zak laugh while she looks at Lando as if he just betrayed her.

"Alright, I'm going back to Oscar. He's nicer than the two of you. Get back safely, dad. don't go speeding over the limit."

Zak does take off and the team seems to clear out leaving Lando to head over to the unit to change out of his fireproofs and racing suit.

"Um, I'm going to get this suit off and I'll catch up." Y/n smiles earning a small nod and for a moment he leans in but quickly catches himself, moving back and jogging off.

Y/n sighs saying bye to the rest of the team and returning the karting suit before she heads off, texting Lando that she'll meet him in the car park because there's no point in walking all the way back to the paddock just to walk back to the car park.

"Hey, baby." Lando smiles then kissing the young woman with no thought. Sometimes he just doesn't care to hide it. "Are you ok?"

"Better than ok."

Y/n and Lando walking through the paddock, is caught in the background of a Sky segment with Will Buxton and of course, despite the two not stopping. Y/n does give Will a polite wave.

"There's Lando Norris and Y/n Brown, Zak Brown's daughter. Those two are always glued at the hip." Will comments making Laura hum with an expression that is almost telling something without saying a word. "Something to say?"

"No. Nope."

Y/n is actually in team uniform today, always liking to dress as part of the team when it comes to being there with them all. Lando does think it's sometimes a little more so she can blend in and be closer to him without it looking suspicious.

"I like Bahrain." Y/n comments suddenly making Lando look at her for a moment.

"You like Bahrain?"

"Yeah, we've got all the series here. It kicks off the season perfectly." Y/n explains while looking at his helmet and tracing the blobby shapes with her finger. "I'm going to be watching that Kimi kid...if he's good enough that they weren't willing to cater to Lewis' contract demands."

"You are a menace. Watching Kimi just so you can know if it was worth losing Lewis."

Y/n grins before he looks at her a moment, his eyes looking heavy on her. An expression she's almost too familiar with, it's the same expression he makes when he wants to kiss her but obviously he's not going to.

"I'm surprised your dad hasn't clocked you for a job on the team."

"Don't they say to never mix family and business."

"Family businesses aren't supported by you then?" Lando teases earning a sigh from the young woman.

"More like my dad complicates things unnecessarily. I think if I worked for him, he'd just...put me in a permanent headache." Y/n states then smiling. "I know you have stuff to do, so I'm going to go watch the babies in cars."

"Babies in cares?-F3. Right, have fun." Lando nods while she grins and takes off blowing him a kiss which isn't even halfway to what he really wants.

"Alright, mate. Let's get to work." Will states earning the F1 drivers attention.

Y/n ended up not only getting lunch with her dad but got dinner then messaged Lando that she was going back to the hotel with her dad because apparently Zak "just had to spend time more time with her before the season really picked up".

By the time Lando gets back to the hotel, he puffs out a breath only to find Y/n is lying back in the bed, unexpectedly half-naked.

"Y/n, baby...if you're trying to request sex. I hate to say I'm too tired but please don't-"

"I'm sweating, and I think my dad thinks I've lost weight. He wouldn't let me leave without finishing like a 5 course meal." Y/n groans rubbing her stomach which is looking slightly bloated. "You looked good out there in practices."

"We have a lot to work on really." Lando shrugs earning a small smile from the young woman before he strips down to his own underwear and lies with her, smiling when she shifts to cuddle into him while seeming to be careful of not pressing on her stomach. "How was lunch and dinner with your dad?"

"It wasn't bad. He's trying...I know." Y/n states while Lando and shifts kissing the top of her head while she lies her head on his chest. "I think he knows."

"I'm beginning to think a lot of people know." Lando laughs making her look up at him. "We're not exactly the more subtle."

"WE? You're the one who gets jealous the moment I laugh at another man." Y/n giggles before she groans and rolls away from him. "Ugghhh...this is awful."

"Food baby?"

"Huge food baby!" Y/n groans as Lando sits up and looks at her for a moment. "So should we just stop hiding it?"

"I never wanted to hide it. I only did because you wanted to." Lando states since he would've happily been gatekeeping y/n from the entire paddock if he could.

"Alright, no more hiding...I hope I'm right about my dad or this could have a very different outcome." Y/n smiles while Lando hums and kisses her softly.

There's a sense of relief for Lando as they walk into the paddock and y/n's hand is gripping his own with a cripplingly tight hold.

"Relax, baby." Lando soothes pulling her hand up to gently squeeze it between both of his own. "Don't worry."

"I'm not worried." Y/n lies before finally smiling when Lando stares at the side of her face. "I'm good. I promise."

Zak obviously knows about Y/n and Lando, and as bad or risky as it sounds he thinks the two are great. But not only because he has nothing he can hold against Lando and nothing he can hold against his own daughter. But also he thinks it's going to look great in the media, always a business-minded man.

"Well, look at the two of you, you seem very happy." Zak comments earning an eye roll from his daughter and a grin from his driver, though y/n is somewhat trying to hide a smile.

"That's all you have to say about it?"

"Well, if you've been better at hiding it then maybe I'd have more to say." Zak chuckles earning a hum. "Don't worry sweetheart, you did your part to hide it. It was Lando who gave it away."

"I know." Y/n sighs then looking at Lando. "You're the worst at hiding jealousy."

"It's true." Zak confirms while Lando rolls his eyes. "Anyway, so long as you're not getting in the way or causing trouble together. Then I don't see any problem."

"Ok, well this was fun. I'm sure you've got some stuff to do." Y/n hums while trying to walk around her dad.

"Alright, be good to him, y/n." Zak jokes earning a grin from Lando while y/n's jaw drops at the fact he didn't jump to say that Lando should be good to her. "I'm joking. Lando, be good to her or we'll have to relook at your contract."

Y/n laughs when Lando places a hand to his chest in mock offence before pushing y/n into the unit.

"You think he'd be so happy about how good I am to you if he heard how you scream my name?" Lando asks making her gasp and turn her head.

"Behave."

"No, I definitely don't have to behave anymore."

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arminsumi · 6 months

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"what if nanami saw you like this?"

💗 hubby!GOJO さとる

note : feral trashy smut 🫡

summary : just a thought abt hubby gojo punishing u for flirting with his coworker nanami at a work party...! :(

warnings : 🔞 minors dni/dnr, smut, toys, fingering, spanking, pussy slapping, dirty talk abt cheating on him w nanami, talk abt threesome w nanami, namecalling (sl*t), kinda mean/cold n condescending hehe, some roughness, dirty talk, edging, not proofread expect lotsa errors oopsie!!, not rlly plot just horny

juuust envision this 😩 it's been a long night out, you attended a party with your husband and his work team... and then he suddenly glareddddd when u giggled a little too hard at nanami's uncharacteristically dirty joke.

so ur husband snaked a possessive hand round ur waist and rasped annoyedly, "i think we'll be heading home early."

and the poor man... he drove home with gritted teeth and a boner poking in his pants.

gojo pushed you into the penthouse with a roughness that made you giggle like a brat... and you kept giggling until he pinned into the bed and kissed u roughly... n that's how u know he meant business. he was pissed off abt smth. u had no idea what!! :( and he just said "panties off, bend over my lap. now. i won't repeat myself."

anddd jumpcut to satoru spanking u while u have a vibrator stuffed so deep inside ur sloppy cunt....

his hands are big, leaving stinging slap after slap, each one harder and meaner and done with more conviction than the last. he makes ur body jolt forward a little. he's admiring the sight of your pussy clenching around the pink toy, relishing in the sound of it buzzing in your leaky hole.

he's refused you his dick for a whole hour now, just occasionally toying the vibrator into your tight squishy pussy and playing with the settings. he's such a child when it comes to using toys on you, he laughs at how weak you become just from some buzzing silicone.

He grabs its handle and grinds it in deeper, cooing into your ear about how you dont deserve to cum because youve been a bad girl, and then getting you close to orgasm just to rip the toy out of your pulsing cunt and plant a harsh slap to your stinging ass.

"nah-uh, no cumming. you hold it in." he seethes. he's not playful or sweet or kind when he's determined to punish his pretty little wife.

and his idea of punishment alwayssss involves edging you until youre nearly crying, sobbing from pleasure. if you try help yourself reach climax with your own hands? oh he'll smack them away and chew you out about it. that's his pussy, he likes to remind you, not yours.

"i told you not to go around flirting with nanami, didn't i? yeah, i did warn you, hm?"

"i wasn't flirtinggg" you whine, "i swear!"

"aw... seems like the only thing telling me the truth is your pussy. i'm sure it's just dying to get stuffed up with nanami's dick, right? you want him to pound you into the bed 'till you break? mmm... but he's a bigggg boy... d'you really think you could take it... hm? you'd probably cry. aw, yeah... i know... you'd just love to fuck around with him, wouldn't you? yeah, you'd just fucking love that, you god damn slut. you'd want us to share your body..."

he's so cold and condescending. and he knows it makes your clit buzz. satoru's not entirely opposed to a threesome with his coworker, actually, he gets off to the idea of you struggling to take his cock.

"this is where you're sensitive, right?" he sharply taps his palm against your pussy, making sure your tiny clit felt the collision. he bullies your pussy with his big hand, sinking his fingers in and out as he pleases, slapping your ass and cupping your gushing pussy.

"such a sloppy fucking mess... all from a little spanking 'n sweet talk? my my... what if nanami saw you like this..." he's knuckle deep, pressing his fingertips into your sweet spot and slowly massaging it.

"... i think he'd help me plug up those holes... give you a good, thorough punishment... hm~?"

he feels you start to shake, and that's when he fucks his fingers hard into your hole. you're split open, feeling his palm flattening against and squishing your pussy, squishing your little clit, making it buzz with subtle friction as he pumps his fingers inside.

"listen to that..." he rasps, pumping his fingers into your hole faster just to embarrass you with the loud, nasty squelching sound. "fuckkkk.... listen... listen to how nasty your pussy sounds for your husband..."

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fraugwinska · 4 days

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Hello Springflower~

*slams envelope on the table and stare you into your soul whispering*

Alastor x reader where reader is asking him to show off as a fake "couple" because of one sinner who just won't stop annoying reader. Al agreed to help his dear friend and it started of innocent and cute with hand holding, kiss on the cheek- when SUDDENLY he kiss reader (in front of the sinner ofc) INTENSE and when he just stops for a second to kiss her neck she's like: "Al...? He's gone."

And he is like: "how disapointing"~

And just GOES ON

*leaves a heart cupcake next to the envelope and runs away*

For you - anything, sweet summer child. This just flowed out of me, and I was kicking my own feet as I wrote it. So... Here you go ;> I sincerely hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️

Fake it 'till you Make it

The door slammed into it's frame with a bang so loud the glasses in it rattled. You panted, heart pounding hard in your chest as you tried to calm your erratic breathing. With shaking fingers you gripped the dark, wooden frame, so tight your nails scratched the furnishing off. You peered out of the yellow and red stained glasses, trying to identify the distorted shapes from the outside. Did he follow you? Was he still out there?

„What's...“

You felt a hand on your shoulder and reacted without thinking. You turned around with a shocked scream and whipped your arm out for a forceful slap. The sound reverberated around in the empty room as a slight stinging sensation ran through your palm. It snapped you back to reality and made you pause.

You blinked as your gaze went from your own, trembling hand, which now burned in an angry, red hue to a taupe face, the shadow of your handprint next to a wide, yellow smile. Your breath seemed to freeze as your eyes went up and finally met a pair of wide, burgundy ones.

"...the matter, dear?" Alastor finished, blinking before his face shifted slightly.

You stood speechless and frozen for a hot second, trying to recollect your thoughts before a tidal wave of emotion washed over your head. Embarrassment, followed by shock and, suddenly, by the sensation that started to build in your chest, the threat to bubble over in tears.

„Oh satan, Alastor, I-I'm so sorry. I, shit, I got you bad, I'm so sorry, th-there was.. and I was.."

You choked down another sob, words and feelings clogging up in your mouth. You rubbed at your stinging eyes, blinking away what you were trying desperately not to show. You thought it would have worked at least until Alastor's slender hands came up to wrap around your wrist and pull them away gently.

"Are you a singer, dear?" he chimed, his face unmoved, but his eyes softening a little. "Because that really was quite the hit! Ha ha!"

When you didn't join in his laugh, he immediately snapped out of it.

"But it seems my little joke was out of place, once again. What has you so rattled, little one?"

And this time, he actually made space and dropped the joke-y act, looking a bit worried. Which only added more pressure to the well in your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut to hold back any tears that tried to fight their way through, making yourself feel ridiculous.

"It's... there's this guy."

You swallowed sour spit down, licking your lips quickly before opening your mouth again, voice less shaky than you were feeling. "I saw him two weeks ago when I went grocery shopping with Niffty. He... he asked us for directions, I didn't know where the place he wanted to go was, and that was that. But ever since..."

Alastor's frown deepened. "Ever since then..?" he prompted carefully.

"...he kind of... pops up whenever I leave the hotel... he just shows up out of nowhere and asks me things. Follows me, doesn't listen when I tell him to leave me alone, doesn't know boundaries.." you balled your fists again, brows twitching down at the thought. "And today.. he tried to grab me, and I panicked, and I kicked him and he looked like..."

You looked back to the glasses.

"...it felt as if he was about to do something."

Alastor stared into you with these piercing eyes. It wasn't creepy, you didn't feel scrutinized or looked down on, and this wasn't the first time. Still, you felt that strange sense of unease in his intense gaze, like a cold hand was wrapped around your spine, running shivers down your back. It wasn't uncomfortable, per se, just... different. It had been months since you started your new job in the Hazbin Hotel as a bellhop, helping Charlie and Vaggie out in general. You weren't one to believe in redemption, but the work was easy, the residents nice and life, despite being dead, was good. It wasn't exactly peaceful, since living together with the radio demon sometimes had its challenges, but Alastor proved time after time that even if he could be quite eccentric, he was a good man deep down, funny and smart and interesting. Someone you could consider a friend.

That, however, didn't mean that he didn't spook you from time to time. He straightened his shoulders, brushed out imaginary dust from the sleeves of his suit, and when he spoke, there was an unmoving threat in his voice that he almost always hid behind his grins.

"He attempted to harm you?"

You furrowed your brows and stepped closer, leaving a little bit of space between you.

"I don't know... it felt like that. I didn't give it enough time to find out, I just ran back here."

"Smart girl.", he just commented, leaning over you to also watch the street through bulky glasses. You sighed and glanced out the windows. The sky had dimmed, red tinting the streets as it always did down here in the evenings. A few stray sinners stumbled along, either searching for a victim for the night or going home from their own sins. Still no trace of the demon. You could still feel the hot air of his breath on your neck when he bent forward. You grimaced at the thought of the stench of his sweat on the sleeves of your jacket.

"God... how am I going to go anywhere with him around?", you muttered to yourself, stepping back further and leaning against the table, burying your face into your hands. Alastor perked up at that. He tapped his cane against the floor.

"Oh, well I can't in good conscience allow my dear employee to fear the streets of the pentagram because of a silly pest."

You didn't catch his meaning. At least, not immediately. You shot a glance his way, giving him a skeptical look, furrowing a brow in confusion. "What do you-?"

He waved his cane, cutting you off, and put an arm around your shoulders. "I shall accompany you, then. When you need to go out, let me know and we'll show ourselves together. That sinner will get the gist then, I'm sure."

Your eyes widen. "Alastor, you're a genius!" you say with excitement as the thought slowly took root in your head, "If this creep thinks we're a couple, he might stay away."

"A what now?", Alastor asks, his smile faltering ever so slightly. However, his question was lost in your sudden enthusiasm, your excited rush of thoughts now loud and clear in your voice. "Then we should play the role in every aspect. We have to give off couple vibes, maybe show some PDA, nothing overboard, I know you don't like that kind of stuff, but holding hands might be believable enough. Oh, you're the best, Alastor."

"Yes, yes... so I've been told...", he replied with the usual giddy tone, although his voice sounded a little thick with white static.

You didn't pay much attention to it though, feeling a weight drop from your shoulders at the prospect of keeping the nuisance at bay. The whole idea might seem a bit strange to the others, but if it helped, why not?

***

"Well then, darling, ready to give the performance of your lifetime?", Alastor called the moment you exited the elevator. He was practically hopping over, grinning at you with a mixture of smugness, amusement and... something else. His smile grew, showcasing his pointed, sharp teeth with a flash. He was looking as dapper as always, dress coat neat and perfectly in place, cane ready at his hands - the radio demon as he breathed and lived.

"I hope so..." you muttered distractedly while straightening the hem of your uniform and peeking around the lobby. It was early morning and you had a not-so-short list of errands to run for the hotel. Alastor had been nonchalant about the trip when you asked him to accompany you last night, and you had half-assumed he had some matters of his own to tend to, or just flat-out backing out. But he just waved his hands and told you he'd be there at 8 a.m. sharp, which he was. In ALL the ways.

As it turned out the rumors of your plan must have traveled down the hotel grapevines fast and after a small bang and a hissed “Sssshhh!” from the left you saw the curious faces of Charlie, Niffty and Angel poking out the kitchen door, spying from afar and watching you and Alastor with bated breaths and loud-yet-shushed giggles.

"Don't tell me you're having a second thoughts on me accompanying you, dear.", Alastor stepped closer, wrapping his fingers around your hand in a tight grip, either oblivious to the audience or utterly non-fazed by them. You shook your head no, grimacing a little as your body tensed up in a bit of... concern. Not because of what you were about to do, no, it had everything and nothing to do with him and the... um. Hand. Touching.

"We can hear you, you know.", you hissed in the direction of the whispered squeals at his gesture, face scrunching up when a peal of giggling broke out and Angel audibly snorted through a quickly closed door. "Jus' be careful, tits, if 'ya go further than that with the oldtimer 'ya might need to buy some protection while 'ya out."

***

The plan was quite simple, but you guessed it had the possibility of either working like a charm or the idiot getting so mad, he could lose it and try something stupid.

Nevertheless, with Alastor on your side you didn't feel as paranoid and suffocated about leaving the grounds of the hotel. And his idea had worked out brilliantly so far. Not a single sign of your stalker, you had only met the usual faces on the main market road of the Pentagram City - maybe they stared a little more... okay, a LOT more, seeing you arm in arm with Al - and you ran into Angels' friend, Cherri Bomb, when you had to get some permits renewed. She had been friendly but extremely surprised and curious about since when you and Alastor, THE Radio demon were parading around 'like a pair of fuckin' newlyweds', in her words.

Alastor tried to brush her off with a monotone "What can I say? The good Lady just adores my presence.", squeezing your hand a little tighter, but his answer didn't satisfy her, so Cherri tried to pry into you, raising a brow and shooting you a smirk. "Al is a fun guy and interesting to talk to and spend time with. I like his company.", you shrugged, signing a paper, avoiding looking the cyclops into the eyes while you felt your ears redden.

It took her a good minute of blank stare, but when her grin slowly grew wider, you had no choice but to warn her with a hard stare and a small shake of your head. She rolled her one eye but she made a gesture of sealing the lips, still oogling the connection of your hands with impish delight.

At that moment you felt a squeeze on the hand, still in Alastor's grasp and his heavy stare from your right. His smile seemed fixed, a bit on the strained side, although his gaze remained cheerful.

"Everything wrapped up here, dearest?" he asked, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Almost done, just this document and the hotel can continue to serve alcohol. Husk would give me one hell of a shot if I'd forget that one."

You looked over to see if Alastor would pick up on the joke, but he was staring intently somewhere over your shoulder, so you just filed the form quickly and waved your friend goodbye. He quickened his steps, almost dragging you away as he paced down the street. You almost tripped over you own feet, trying to keep up with him.

"I think your persistent little pursuer has found us, darling. Don't look, just walk."

You sped up, also feeling a presence that had been on your heels a little longer than comfortable, a weighty silence behind your back. Still, as you rounded a corner, you just had to take a tiny peek and you saw, from the corner of your eyes, that the deranged looking coyote was gaining on you, still keeping his distance, his figure only a dark, moving smudge in the distance.

"Um... I guess now's a good time for a Plan B.", you said, halting in front of an antique shop.

Alastor's hand slid a bit lower, only his fingers curled around yours now, his warm touch tingling. "I'm thinking of it. Knowing your weak stomach, darling, bloodshed is out of the question?" he inquired, acting overly interested in a vintage gramophone showcased in the shop window and you snorted.

"You remember that?"

"Dear, it's hard to forget the amount of bile Niffty had to clean out of the dishwasher after you ran into my cooking...experiment."

"Not my proudest moment...", you laughed nervously, feeling cold sweat gather up on your back as you saw the rabid looking demon from the corner of your eye, creeping closer and closer. Alastor gave you a long, thoughtful look, before he spoke again, quietly and serious.

"Then let us both hope you'll stomach Plan B better."

Before you could think much, Alastor turned towards you, untangling his fingers from yours. His now freed hand cupped your cheek, and before you could say anything, he bowed down, tilting his head a bit to the side and gently pressed his ever-smiling lips against yours.

It was not your first kiss in your afterlife, but it might have very well been, seeing as your first response was an electric jolt up your spine. And this reaction wasn't even the weirdest part if the actual kissing part was just some peck. This wasn't a peck. A kiss with lips unmoving wasn't a kiss, it was more of a mouth-touching. This was something way more.

As surprising as the kiss was the tenderness with which he brought his lips to yours. It was gentle and yet so sensual that it sent small currents all over your skin, causing your eyes to close, goosebumps to form along your arms and a nervous flutter to erupt in the pit of your stomach. And maybe, maybe it lasted for just a fraction of the eternity it felt like, but if someone would have asked you later, you would swear he stole more than just a taste with the kiss. The slight push and pull between your mouths left the edges of your skin numb, the press of his smooth and heated mouth stirring up a peculiar feeling inside you that kept growing and rising and..

What was the reason for this again?

Oh yeah, your stalker.

Stalker.

You opened your eyes, seeing Alastor's burning red eyes fixated on something behind you, his expression intense with the hint of arrogance, a possessive smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Something about that, the feel, the look in his eyes, made the back of your neck prickle. You blushed a little bit more but caught onto the reason the moment you realized what he was doing, trying to break the kiss to see where the coyote was.

You could only turn your head far enough to see the quickly shrinking silhouette of the demon vanishing in the distance, before Alastor brought his other hand to your waist, pulling you closer together, his tongue slipping between your lips, coaxing your lips to open again. Your own tongue responded and, together they mingled and twined with one another, sending the nerve-ending of your lips into a pleasant tingling sensation.

"A-Alas...tor...", you tried to get the words out as he nipped your lower lip, your eyes falling into those bright, heavy lidded ones of his, eyes which you couldn't stop looking into.

"He.. he's gone."

"Mh. Pity...", Alastor breathed with a soft hum, his chest rumbling at his words. His response had a mixture of sarcasm and amusement in it, but before you could properly ponder on them, your entire mind short-circuited when you realized he made no move to pull away.

Quite the opposite - with his hand sliding to your neck he pulled you onto his mouth again, deepening the kiss as his tongue slipped past your lips once more, completely shutting your mind down as a quiet, heartbreaking moan escaped your throat.

The fact that you two were in public, still standing in front of some store, all on display for anyone that might come down the road, didn't register in the haze that was slowly, so pleasantly slowly, forming. So lost were you in that fog of heat that the surroundings suddenly got distorted, leaving the alley, the store, the city completely. Your head spun at the sensations, a tremble raked across your nerves as your knees grew weak at the sound of his playful voice, echoing in the void you found yourself in.

"Let's draw it out a little more, darling, hm? Just to make sure."

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natriae · 10 months

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10:23pm

"can i tell ya a secret"

"sure" you whispered in response as you snuggled deeper into Atsumu's neck. The two of you had just gotten home from a long day at work and were ready to fall asleep in each other's arms.

"i thought," he started, giggling a bit, "i thought ya had a crush on sunarin for a long time" you felt him shake his head back and forth lightly before continuing, "i was stupid though"

Without seeing his face clearly you could tell he was scrunching his nose remembering how oblivious he was to your love.

"nah he's not my type," you teased as you moved your body completely over his using him as a bed.

"oh yeah, what is your type?" 'tsumu questioned, wanting to see you face flush from embarrassment. His hand reached for your hair petting it to convince you to lean up and look at him in the face. You lifted your arms up and used your forearms to keep you lifted above his head. Subconsciously, his hands wrapped around your waist keeping you stationed over his lean body.

You giggled as you leaned down so your noses touched as told him, "i like boys who are loud and kinda annoying," you watched his face pout at the comment before leaning down and giving a soft kiss on his lips, "and i like boys who are twins, and love to play volleyball," you furthered your reasoning with your hands playing with his hair.

"oh well that doesn't set me apart to much," he prodded. You moved your legs so they rested on each side of his waist and felt the beginning of a boner form in his boxers. You shook your head and kept talking knowing how much this was fulling his ego.

"i like boys who seem come off as gay," you commented, reminding him that you thought he had a thing for Sakusa before you really knew him. You smiled at his reaction before whispering, "i like boys who have really pretty brown eyes that look a little yellow in the sunlight. I like boys who get pouty when someone does something kind for them," immediately thinking of when he started tearing up at the fact that you and osamu worked hard to make him nice lunches for the Olympics.

"i love boys who have big egos even though it gets on my nerves sometimes," you watched his pouty lips turn into a smirk as red flooded his face in pride. You smiled back and grinded lightly into him as you spoke your next words, "i love boys who are such gentlemen, but whisper dirty comments to me when we're supposed to be serious," you couldn't help but let out a big smile thinking about all the times he's ruined professional dinners by accidentally making you blush to hard. You leaned down and left little kisses up his neck to his jaw, "i looovvee boys who have big bushy eyebrows,"

kiss

"boys who have big meaty thighs"

kiss

"boys who always have a big smile on their face just to cheer everyone else up"

kiss

"and i especially love boys who are super protective and possessive,"

"still can't tell if yer describin' me" he teases with his hands interlocked behind his head and his eyes closed.

"oh really," You leaned up, "i like boys who are lowkey perverts, but won't admit to it,"

His body immediately shot up and held you on his lap, "hey! that's not nice," he shouted with his eyebrows drawn together. You laughed at his reaction before holding his face in your hands.

"i love boys who love their family," you said to cool him down leaving a light kiss on his nose.

Reaching down between you body you pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and moved your panties to the side before inserting it.

You left the joking aside and continued your affirmations as you tried to sink further down his cock without being prepped. "i love boys who's name's start with A, and who love dying their hair because it sets them apart"

"i love boys who love animals and will always swerve on the road if it means the animals are safe." you moved further down his cock, but the moment wasn't sexual. He turned the two of you over so you were on your back as he held himself on top of you. It was nothing more then two people in love.

You stared into his eyes and said, "my type is you and only you". The strong man leaned down and left a small kiss on your lips before letting himself relax complete over your body. He was like a big soft weighted blanket. One arm you had wrapped around his back while the other messaged his hair. "'sumu," you whispered into the night air of the master bedroom, but there was no response just quiet snores from the man on top of you. You giggled and continued to message his scalp.

Moments like these were important, moments where Atsumu was recognized for himself. Miya Atsumu a man who loves his mom more than anything, and would drop everything if his brother needed him, not Miya Atsumu MSBY star setter, not Olympic champion Miya Atsumu, not Osamu's twin, or the golden fox, but his own ordinary person. Who was important for just being himself. <3

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hi lovely!! first off congrats on 1k that's so so awesome and you deserve all that + more truly :( your writing is so tender and so lovey

i would to join in on your little drabble event!!! could you do something for hanji and the song compass by the neighbourhood? that song reminds me of him so so much so i hope you get the vision!! thank you angel and have a beautiful day!! ✮⋆˙

compass.

pairing: producer!jisung x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, hurt/comfort?, fluff, swearing, arson jokes? lmao word count: 1.4k

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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you're always there to help me when i'm down i'm lucky you've been keeping me around you're the star i look for every night when it's dark, you'll stick right by my side

compass - the neighbourhood

"fuck, fuck, fuck!"

the sound of jisung's verbalized frustration draws your attention to his desk and setup in the middle of room, where he's been sitting for the better part of two hours, hunched over the equipment like he often does when he's in the studio.

it's written all over his face just how upset he is that this particular piece he's working on isn't flowing right. the deep furrow between his eyebrows communicates utter displeasure. the clench of his jaw tells you he's angry, and that he's angry at himself for not being able to work through his block.

you abandon your comfortable spot on the couch in favor of pattering over to his side where he's all tensed up like an aggrieved hamster whose body can't contain the annoyance he feels. jisung can be short-tempered sometimes, but you know how to handle him in moments like this.

sliding a hand over his back, you say, "take a little break with me."

he huffs out a breath, eyes still focused on his laptop screen. "i can't afford a break. chan hyung expects this to be done in two days."

"so it's in two whole days. you can leave it for fifteen minutes, it won't kill you."

"but i still have to rework the first verse and figure out what in the fucking hell this second verse is-"

"han jisung," you scold him lightly, to which he instantly shuts up and peers up at you with his big eyes, immediately apologetic when he recognizes his harsh language.

"sorry," he mumbles, "i'm just stressed."

"which is why you need a break. you're not doing anyone any good just sitting here and trying to make your laptop explode with your eyes."

he lets out a pathetic-sounding mewl but he follows you to the couch regardless. jisung knows you're right because you always are. you're the more level headed between the two of you, whereas he's the one who lets his emotions get the better of him sometimes.

before, he would often succumb to his negative feelings. it's hard to keep his cool when nothing seems to go right and there's a deadline on his ass. he'd get so frustrated with his work that sometimes, he would delete whole tracks off his drive only to instantly regret it and spiral even more. he'd take it out on the people around him with his grumpy attitude and misplaced pettiness.

when jisung is overwhelmed, he tends to spin out in all directions. he splinters and drowns in a sea of his own making, constantly being pushed away further and further from shore because he doesn't know how to anchor himself, how to hold on so he wouldn't drift far away. his solution to soothe his anger has always been to give into it, to rip whole pages from notebooks and lock himself in his studio for hours on end until he could plow through the stubborn creative block. it'd often leave him exhausted - emotionally and physically so - and in no better state than he started out with.

jisung accepted this a long time ago - that his way of dealing with his emotions wasn't very healthy, but it was the only way he knew.

that is, until you popped into his world and taught him that people can be lifelines too. falling upon him like a wish that he never realized he was making his whole life.

"what's the matter, baby?" you ask, prompting him to air out his grievances as he lays his head on your chest while you card your fingers through his soft curls. he leans into you instantly, a long sigh escaping his pouty lips. jisung's got a lot of pride, and he would rather die before admitting to anyone that he loves to be babied by you behind closed doors.

he knows the question is just your way of getting him to verbalize all of his pent-up frustration, and not because you're eager to help him traipse through his mind palace and solve whatever dilemma he's having with the track. let's be honest, you never really have a clue what he's talking about, but it helps that you're keen on listening to him even though you can't offer him any valuable insight. more than you could ever know, it does wonders for jisung, just being able to untangle his thoughts and release the mess in his mind.

he could simply just talk to chan, sure, or any of his other friends who work in the industry. but again, his pride is an awful thing sometimes.

you never make him feel like he has prove himself to earn your love and attention, though. around you, jisung feels enough as he is. there's never been any need to toughen up in your presence.

"i just... i can't work with this track. nothing is flowing right. i hate everything i come up with." he rambles on about the things that plague his mind; topline this and beats that - they're really just words to you. you weren't blessed with the same genius in music that jisung was, so you just listen until he's done, until he concludes his tangent with a groan as he nuzzles further into the comfort of your warmth.

"you said that the last time, you know?"

"said what?"

"that everything sucks and you hate it."

"because everything sucks," he whines again, his eyebrows knitted together as he adorns a petulant pout. "and i hate it."

as you play with his fluffy hair, you feel him lean into your touch like it's the very thing that will bring him clarity. in a way, it does. your gentle touch may not give him the answer he needs, but it quiets the static in his mind, drowns out the continuous buzzing that muddles his brain.

"you're too hard on yourself," you say, to which jisung just huffs out a breath in disagreement. "i'm serious. you say this every time but it all still works out in the end. you're so smart, and talented. you shouldn't forget that."

his frown only deepens in response to your words. he knows you're right; things have always turned out fine before. trust the process and all that shit, but he's hot-headed and impatient sometimes, and he doesn't want to endure the stress that often comes with the process. he just wants to get to the finish line.

then, you continue, "remember 13?"

"what about 13?"

"you didn't like it at first either. you were so dramatic about it. but you sucked it up and finished it anyway. you made a hit and nobody could stop talking it. i believe in you. you just need to believe in yourself too."

in complete silence except for the sound of your steady heartbeat in his ears, jisung keeps laying on top of you like a weighted blanket, soaking up your words as a flower would in warm sunlight. of course he remembers 13 and the day he let you listen to the song for the first time. you'd nearly burst into tears in the middle of this studio, pressing kisses all over his face while you gushed over how proud you were of him.

"damn you," he mutters after a while. "why do you have to be so rational?"

"someone's gotta be. if i wasn't here, you probably would've ripped all your hair out, set your keyboard on fire and ran off into the woods."

he shoots up instantly, propping himself on two elbows as he glares at you even though you've got a valid point. it's not that far-fetched of a scenario.

"what?" you tilt your head with a coy smile. "am i wrong?"

jisung stares at you for a quick minute, and it's that very smile you're wearing that mitigates his frustrations and dulls his urge to sabotage his work out of self-inflicted anger. he says nothing at all, just leans down quickly to give you a kiss full of appreciation, despite the way there was a frown tugging on his eyebrows only seconds prior.

"you good now?" you ask, the words coming out a little muffled against his mouth.

if it's with you, then he is. you're the anchor that helps him part his stormy seas. you're the compass that always guides him home. he really doesn't know where he'd be without you, or how he'd manage in times like these if you're not by his side to ground him.

"always good with you around."

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gyupinkys · 11 months

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Content warning: MENTION OF MURDERS, smut, slight angst, knives, breaking and entering, unprotected sex, blood, spit, double penetration, fingering, cum play, degradation (slut, whore, etc), choking, spanking, oral (m&f receiving), SLIGHT DUBIOUS CONSENT BUT CONSENT IS ASKED, lmk if i missed anything else.

afab reader x jeonghan x joshua

WORD COUNT: 5.1K

NOT EDITED

a/n: This is my first fic so please lmk if you enjoy it :)

“Jeonghan stop lying”

“I’m not lying y/n I really saw the killer eating a apple in dino’s kitchen”

“OUT OF EVERYONE WHY WAS HE SUDDENLY IN MY KITCHEN? Jeonghan stop trying to scare y/n”

“Are you sure you're not the one that's scared Dino? Worried the sick little killer will creep up on you flexing in the mirror” Joshua exclaims with a smirk, making the group burst into laughter. Dino rolls his eyes with a pout on his face knowing it makes no sense to defend himself.

“How did you even see him in dino’s kitchen? Without dino knowing you were in his house to begin with? And why did you not say anything until now? Mingyu asked. Mingyu has been sick of jeonghan’s shit for ages now and him joking about this ghost face killer terrorizing your town seems insensitive. Across the past two months a ghost faced killer has been breaking into people’s houses with no rhyme or reason. The police are stumped and the only advice they can give to the citizens is to lock your doors and stay safe. Mingyu thinks that's shit because if he was trying to murder someone the last thing that would stop him are some flimsy locks, he’s picked enough locks in his lifetime to know.

“Ok how about we just stop talking about this? I don’t want Seokmin to start crying before the night ends” Jeonghan said with a sigh. You looked at him in confusion, jeonghan is never one to drop a conversation, especially when he can poke fun at someone. You figured he must've realized everyone was freaked out and continued your conversation with Cheol, missing the glare Joshua sent Jeonghan's way.

“Y/n make sure you stay safe ok? I know when you have your headphones on the whole world disappears, but promise me you’ll be aware of your surroundings, ok?”

“Yes cheol” you say with an eye roll. Cheol is always treating you like a child but you know he has only good intentions.

“Here, take this. You should start eating better. All those chipotle bowls aren’t doing you or your bank account any justice” Cheol hands you a bright red apple he seemed to suddenly pull from thin air. You look at him in confusion “Since when do you eat apples?” “I’ve had a change of heart after visiting the farmers market a few days ago, you can't beat those prices. I got a whole container of cherries for $4!!” He says with wide eyes, you stare at him with a blank face hoping he won't continue this conversation for any longer than necessary.

He takes the hint and announces to the group “Let's end the night here, Josh can you give y/n a ride?”

“Of course, I would hate for our dear y/n to encounter this scary killer” joshua says

“For the love of god drop this gentleman act Joshua no one buys it” you say with an eye roll.

With that everyone says their goodbyes and begins to head home. When you leave the restaurant Joshua is leaning against his car. You take a moment to appreciate him. As much as he gets on your nerves, he is admittedly one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. His dark hair falls perfectly across his forehead and his skin is so clear you feel nothing but raging jealousy towards him. Oh what you would give for eyelashes like his. Stupid men and their stupid eyelashes and stupid slutty waist and stupid pretty faces and-

“Y/n? Can you continue to stare in the car? We should get going”

You're not even embarrassed to be caught, you’ve been friends for so long he already knows you’re attracted to him. You’ve always been especially close with Joshua and Jeonghan, something about them settles your spirit in a way the other boys can't. The group likes to call them evil twins, they look very similar and work a little too well together… You really hope you will remain friends forever, maybe even more than friends but you try not to feed into your delusions.

As expected Joshua opens your door for you “Can’t have a pretty girl like you do any work. I’ll take care of you all night, don't worry that pretty head” he says in a low voice leaning his hand on the door.

“Just get in the car joshua”

As he drives you look around your neighborhood and see the police cars on every street and people with their windows boarded up.

“Joshua, are you not a little worried?”

“About what”

“Joshua be fo real, you know what I’m talking about”

He sighs and looks over at you when he stops at a red light.

“Y/n I don't know, I think people are being dramatic. Why would someone randomly kill people with no motive? Obviously the police are missing something. No ones coming after you I promise.”

“What about you”

He smirks at you, “Don’t worry about me pretty girl”

You give him an incredulous look. How could he be so calm?

He seems to pick up on your shift in energy, “If anything I’ll sacrifice mingyu so I can escape. I'm sure he cant fight off the killer”

This makes you chuckle. You look out the window and hope you and all your friends are safe.

As you tuck yourself into bed you get a text from Wonwoo:

GaM3 B01: R u home?

Y/N: yea

GaM3 B01: Make sure u lock ur door. Goodnight y/n

Y/N: gn

This is weird. Wonwoo rarely texts you. Why is he suddenly worried if you locked your doors? You triple check your locks and get back in bed.

Sleep can’t come to you. You put on your headphones and decide to listen to some white noise. As you settle back into bed you thank yourself for investing in these noise canceling headphones. Vernon insisted these were the best and he wasn't lying. A few minutes later you begin to drift, missing the rattle of your door knob and the small clicking noises as your lock is picked. You miss the creek of your bedroom door open and you miss the light chuckle of the intruder watching you sleep.

The next morning you wake up feeling a cool breeze. You sit up and see your bedroom door is wide open. You don’t remember leaving your door open, maybe in your sleepy haze you forgot to close it.

It’s a saturday so you get the day to recover from your hangover. You should've listened to Mingyu and stopped after your third shot but Dino always manages to get you to play drinking games with him. Last night Jeonghna had to get down on his knees and beg Dino to get in a taxi. It was not a cute sight.

You turn on the news to see there was yet another murder last night. It was a few blocks from your apartment. It seemed to happen only a few hours after Joshua dropped you off last night. You call him to make sure he got home safe.

“Hello” he says with that raspy morning voice. You can’t even lie it went straight to your core. Curse him and his voice.

“Shua did you see there was another murder only a few blocks from me?”

“Oh?”

“Did you see anything last night?”

“Nah I didn’t”

“Well where did you go after you dropped me off?”

“I went to jeonghan's place”

“Why did you not go straight home? Shua you may think you're safe but we don’t know who the killer is targeting. If something happens to you I won’t recover.” you say with a sigh.

“And what if I did know who the killer was targeting?”

“What?”

“I said, what if i knew who the killer was targeting”

“I heard you the first time, idiot. How would you know?” you said in confusion.

“Y/N Do you think I’m the killer?”

“Why would you even say that? Shua, this isn’t a joking matter! I’m genuinely scared and youre making stupid fucking jokes.”

“Did I spook you y/n?” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Fuck off joshua” and with that you hang up. He’s so annoying when he acts like this.

You decide to do some research into the murders. Joshua told you last night there must be some connection to all the victims. Hours go by as you compile more and more evidence and you realize all the victims are people around your age, and spouses of people you went to highschool with.

“What the fuck” you say to yourself. The killer clearly must be someone you know. Someone you went to highschool with. This can't be one giant coincidence.

As you connect more pieces you realize you're too scared to stay here alone. Every noise is making you jump and you can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching you. You figure you should share this info with someone before you go to the police station and make a fool out of yourself. You're still pissed at Joshua so you call the next best person, Jeonghan.

As you explain yourself to him, he’s oddly quiet.

“Y/n, why don’t I stay with you tonight and we can head to the police station tomorrow?”

You agree and he says he’ll be there in 15. From the moment he arrives you feel like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. It's around midnight when he realizes he left his talisman at home. He claims there are these lesbian ghosts haunting him and if he doesn’t have his talisman at all times they’ll try to kill him. You find him ridiculous but he assures you he’ll be back soon and if anything happens to call him. It’s been 20 minutes and he’s still not back. You mindlessly scroll through netflix deciding if its in your best interest to rewatch the entire hunger games series. As you are about to embark on your journey you get a phone call from an unknown number. You answer:

“Hello?”

“Hi my love” a distorted deep voice says.

“Who is this?”

“My love, do you like scary movies?”

“Fuck off and don’t call me again”

You hang up. Talk about a mood killer. You take this as a sign to get ready for bed instead.

As you're washing your face you hear your door knob rattle. Your heart stops as you struggle to breathe. If it was jeonghan he would have texted you to buzz him in downstairs. There’s no way this is jeonghan. You turn off your bathroom light and lay down in your bathtub. Your breathing picks up as you plead with yourself to not have a panic attack. You hear your front door open and heavy footsteps fill your apartment. You call jeonghan but he’s not answering. Of course this is the one time he’s not on his phone. You call the second person on your recents. Joshua. You know if you attempted to call 911 you would fuck uo with how much your fringers are shaking. You suddenly hear ringing flow through your apartment. Tears well in your eyes. Why is Joshua in your apartment? Why did he just break into your apartment? Your breathing picks up even more as tears freely flow. You hear him pick up.

“Y/n, I know you're in here”

You hang up and shut your eyes. You pray this is all a joke he and jeonghan are trying to pull on you.

“You know y/n, you really are too curious for your own good. I always tell you to not worry that pretty head of yours on things like this”

You can hear him getting closer and you feel like your heart is about to bat out of your chest.

“I never would want to hurt you, pretty girl. I just need to make sure you keep your mouth shut.”

What? How would he know about what you found unless jeonghan told him? And when would he have done that?

You hear your front door open again. Maybe he left you think.

“Y/n?” you hear jeonghan call out.

Oh god why did he have to come now? Joshua’s probably going to kill him. You decide if he’s gonna kill you, you might as well make it as hard as possible because there's no way in hell you're taking Joshua Hong on in a fight. You make your way out of your bathroom trying to look brave but the tears still flowing through your eyes betray you.

You make it your living room and everything is dark. There’s no sign of jeonghan or joshua. Maybe they left? You feel arms wrap around you from behind and feel someone breathing in your ear. The intruder covers your mouth as soon as you open it to scream.

“Shhh pretty girl don’t make me do something I'll regret” you hear Joshua's smooth voice whisper in your ear. Here comes the tears again.

“Joshua go easy on her look how scared she is” you hear jeonghan say from somewhere behind you. You're so confused right now and the snot in your nose is running into Joshua's hand and you can guarantee he’s about to start complaining.

“My pretty girl, why couldn't you just trust me when I said you're safe?” he sighs.

“Now you're in real danger, my love” Jeonghan says suddenly in front of you.

You gasp. My love? Was he the one who called you on the phone? You start whining and thrashing which only makes Joshua tighten his hold on you.

“My love, can't you see what we're doing? You almost figured it out, use that pretty little head and put the rest of the pieces together.” Jeonghan says.

You're in no state to actually use your brain which Joshua picks up on. “Why don’t you just tell her han, I think we’ve played with her enough for now”

“But I'm only getting started,” Jeonghan says with a pout.

Joshua sighs, “Y/N were only avenging you. Do you not remember? All those people in highschool who made fun of you for no reason? They couldn't see your beauty the way we could? Having to watch you suffer all those years and beg us not to intervene killed us. Now it's our turn to watch them have to look on as their one true love suffers”

You're stunned. Jeonghan moves to turn on your lights and that pretty face you're so familiar with returns, but suddenly not as beautiful. There’s something different about his eyes when he looks at you. He’s looking at you like you're his most prized possession but also like you're his prey. You shiver in Joshua's hold. The latter pulls out a knife and begins to draw shapes on your skin. You curse your fucked up brain for the warmth begining to spread to your core. Joshua has you pressed so firmly against him you can feel all his muscles, you can also feel his throbbing cock against against your ass. Is this turning him on? What the fuck is happening?

Jeonghan speaks again, “My, love we did this for you. I planned everything so well, even the police couldn't track us. And Joshua carried out my plans perfectly. You know we work very well together” The smirk on his face was both pissing you off and turning you on. God, what is happening to you?

The deepest, most carnal part of you is sickly impressed by this. They have such devotion for you that they're willing to risk their lives and kill for you? To be completely honest you forgot about those bullies after highschool, but they clearly didn't. What else would they do for you if you asked?

You don’t even realize you're pressing your legs together until Joshua speaks up.

“My pretty girl, are you enjoying this?” he removes his hand from your mouth and you immediately deny his claim.

“So why are you pressing those slutty legs together when you know you just want to open them for us?” Jeonghan asks with a smirk.

You remain silent as Joshua moves the knife to your shorts. He whispers

“So if i touch in between your legs you won’t be wet?”

“No” you say, lying to yourself and him.

Jeonghan grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. “My love, if you lie to us we are going to have to punish you.”

You stay silent and look away. Joshua slides the knife in between your legs and presses against your panties. When he pulls it back there's a slick sheen on the metal giving you away. Joshua tisk and sighs. “What are we going to do with you?”

Joshua finally lets you go and pushes you into jeonghan, who begins to lead you to your bedroom. You try to resist but Joshua is right behind, he smacks your ass hard which immediately makes you stop. You can’t see his smirk and you walk into your room.

Jeonghan pushes you onto your bed and he and Joshua tower over you. They share a look and pounce. Jeonghan manhandles you so you're sitting leaning your back on him while he’s leaning on your headboard. He pulls your arms behind your back and spreads your legs open with his own. Joshua slides in between your legs and looks down at you. He drags his nose down your neck and breathes in your scent. You gulp.

“My pretty girl, you don’t know how long I've wanted to do this.”

He puts his hands on your thighs and looks into your eyes.

“Are you ok with this?”

You don't hesitate to say yes. He immediately dives in and kisses you. His lips are as soft as you always imagined. His scent overwhelms you in the best way possible. You feel his tongue swipe against your bottom lip and you bite it. You won’t make this easy for him. He silently laughs to himself as jeonghan’s hand flies to your neck and presses hard. You begin to feel that delicious pressure go to your head. Jeonghan tilts your head up with his grip on your neck and Joshua looks you dead in the eye.

“Behave.” is all he says before he pulls out his knife.

“I’m not scared to use this” he says as he glides it against your exposed thighs. To prove his point he presses the blade into your skin, the crimson blood flowing. He looks you in the eye as he takes a long lick. He quickly pulls up and kisses you. You can taste the metallic twinge on his tongue but it doesn’t deter you. You kiss him back fiercely until he pulls back for a breath.

“Open your mouth” jeonghan says from behind you, tightening his grip on your throat. You obey. Joshua spits into your mouth and you swallow opening your mouth to show him.

“My pretty, perfect girl,” he says, flashing that beautiful smile.

He uses his blade to cut your shorts and top off leaving you in just your panties. He smirks at the damp spot on your panties. He gives you a questioning look and you nod your head letting him know you're ok. Jeonghan rubs your hip with his free hand and Joshua cuts off your panties. He immediately runs two fingers through your folds and pulls his hand back to show jeonghan how wet you are. They both groan at the same time, jeonghans coming out as more of a whimper.

“Josh, don't forget we still need to punish her” Jeonghan calls out from behind you. You can feel his hard dick throbbing behind you. You groan.

“Put two fingers into her for me” jeonghan says and he plants his thumb on your clit while Joshua eases his ring and middle finger into you. You let out a gasp as Joshua immediately starts thrusting into you searching for your g-spot. Jeonghan lets go of your neck and turns your face to kiss you. His lips are somehow even softer than Joshua’s and you attempt to free your arms so you can touch him. He breaks from the kiss and tightens his hold.

“My love, how's this for your punishment? If you make any noises or move we won’t let you cum”

Your eyes widen and your mouth falls agape. Joshua chuckles at this and increases his speed while jeonghan presses harder on your clit making it harder for you to control yourself. You resist the urge to buck your hips but when Joshua presses into that spongy spot inside you, you let out a pornagraphic moan that has the both of them stopping their movements.

“My pretty girl, are you too stupid to follow simple instructions? Or are you just a pain slut who doesn't want to cum tonight?” Joshua says and he removes his fingers from you.

You begin to sputter an apology but Jeonghan is having none of it. He slaps your clit to silence you.

“What will it take to shut you up? Do we have to fuck you dumb for you to learn how to close that slutty mouth?” jeonghan says as he pushes you off of him and climbs out from behind you. As if on the same brain wave jeonghan pulls you to the end of the bed while Joshua removes his shirt. You look over to him to see his muscles flex as he removes his pants and you can clearly see the outline of him in his boxers. His cock is big and hard and you can feel your mouth watering as you look at him with a pout.

“You want me to fuck you?” he ask with a smirk. You nod your head yes as you feel Jeonghan's hot breath on your core.

“Or do you want me to fuck you?”

You look between them baffled. How do you pick between two of the most handsome and well endowed men you've ever seen in your entire life? At this point you rathered Joshua to kill you so you won’t have to make this choice. After a moment you reply with “both?”

They exchange a look. “Jeonghan grabs your face and looks t you for a second.

“My love, I never took you as a greedy fucking whore. Do you think you could handle both of us?”

“Yes” you immediately say. They exchange a look and jeonghan shrugs.

“Whatever you desire my love”

Jeonghan slides back down the bed and dives into your core. Licking and slurping whatever he can. He sucks harshly on your clit begining to rebuild your lost orgasm. He slides three fingers into you and immediately hits the spot Joshua previously found. Meanwhile joshua takes off his boxers and pumps his cock in his hands. You can see the precum gathering at his tip and you're dying for a taste.

“Open up” he says as he taps the head on your lips. You obey and he slides the head in.

“I won’t go easy on you, this is still a punishment beautiful”. You nod and he begins to thrust, gradually increasing his pace. He begins to fuck yout throat like your nothing but a toy, the lewd sound almost drowning out jeonghans moans as he feasts on you

“You know,jeonghan wanted me to hurt you. Teach you a lesson, but you know I have a soft spot for you. I could never live with myself if I hurt you in ways you didn't like.” You shudder and he takes this as an opportunity to thrust further down your throat until his pelvis is touching your nose. He sits there for a few seconds as you gag and struggle to breath around him. He pulls out with a moan and barely gives you time to catch your breath when he’s thrusting back in somehow deeper. Meanwhile jeonghan has you tethering on the brink of release, toying with you. He’s giving you almost the amount of pressure you need to cum but not enough. He pulls back and pulls his fingers out, sucking your essence off of them. You whine against Joshua’s dick and buck your hips begging for a release. Jeonghan tells you “ you’ll cum when I say you can, joshua come here and prep her ass if she wants both of us to fuck her its happening at the same time.” Your eyes widen as Joshua pulls out of your mouth and jeonghan grabs handcuffs from his coat pocket. He locks your wrist together and rests them on your stomach as Joshua digs through your bedside drawer for lube. Once he finds it he begins to kiss you as he slowly presses one finger into you. Jeonghan begins to undress and pulls Joshua off your mouth by his hair. He taps his cock against your face and you immediately begin to please him. By the time Joshua works three fingers into you jeonghan decides it’s time to fuck you. He tells Joshua to sit against the headboard and for you to sit on his cock. You shuffle up the bed and face jeonghan. You raise your hips and sink down onto Joshua holding eye contact with Jeonghan the whole time.

You feel like a virgin again with the way Joshua stretches you, he rubs your hips and whispers about how good you feel in your ear. When you're fully seated he lets out the sweetest whimper that has you tightening on him. You begin to bounce on him savoring how he fills you so perfectly, its better than you ever imagined. He grips your hips so tightly you're sure youll have bruises in the morning but the thought makes you want him to hurt you even more. Leave his mark on you. You look at jeonghan with puppy dog eyes, pleading for him to touch you. He tells joshua to stop fucking you which he does begrudgingly does with a groan. Jeonghan pulls you off joshua and sits you back on him, only this time Joshua is fucking ur ass while holding your legs spread for jeonghan. Jeonghan slides into you and he swears he became comatose for a second. Your heat grips him so tightly and your warmth manages to spread through his whole body it has his toes curling. He gives an experimental thrust which has you tensing. You’ve never felt so full before you feel like you're floating. Unsure of what's real and whats not. You faintly hear jeonghan ask if your ok and you nod, needing to cum and feel their cum more than you needed air. They began a steady rhythm, one thrusting in while the other pulls out. It felt heavenly, you didnt think you would be able to have sex again without imagining it was them fucking you. You felt your orgasm quickly brewing and you knew you weren't going to last.

“Jeonghan please let me cum, o-oh god i feel so full, it feels so good Shua, oh my god please please, please” you blabber. Jeonghan smiles and looks at joshua. He shakes his head voting that you should be able to cum, Jeonghan relents and tells you to cum. You let go and you feel like your soul left your body, your toes curl and you squeeze your eyes shut moaning and whimpering like a slut while they fuck you through it. You begin to feel weak but neither let up and continue pounding into you like youre their personal fuck toy. The oversensitivity takes over but all that's on jeonghan's mind is getting you to cum like that again. He begins to run your clit which has you arching your back into joshua, changing the angle for him and instantly making his cum with a whimper. He doesn't stop thrusting until he physically has nothing left in him. He pulls out and watches his cum drip onto his thighs. Jeonghan pulls you off joshua and lays you on your back, pushing joshua’s cum into your pussy and fucking it into you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss while joshua sneaks his hand in between you and plays with your clit. Your second orgasm is near and you know it will be the most powerful you’ve ever had. Tears begin to freely flow from your eyes and jeonghan looks into your eyes.

“Cum for me my love, I want to see you fall apart on my cock” and like a trained slut you cum on command milking jeonghan in the process. He keeps thrusting until he’s too sensitive and collapses onto you.

“Jeonghan you're too heavy” you whine and he chuckles. He carefully pulls out and rolls off of you.

“Nooo now its gonna leak on my sheets” you complain, ignoring the fact that your sheets are already covered in both you and Joshua's cum. Jeonghan smirks and pulls Joshua from his spot on your bed and pushes his face into your core. Without a word Joshua begins cleaning up all of your cum, savoring the taste of the three of you mixed together. Jeonghan pulls him up and Joshua spits the mixture into your mouth. You swallow with a smile,and he collapses back onto the bed.

“So…” you say while staring up at the ceiling.

Joshua turns to look at you. “y/n I hope you can try to understand that everything we do is for you.”

Jeonghan speaks up “My love, I will never let anyone or anything hurt you ever again. If you won’t accept our love that's fine, but we will never stop protecting you.”

You try to take all of this in but it’s too much. Maybe you should just live in this perfect bubble, ignoring the fact that two of your closest friends murder people in your honor. Maybe it's ok to live in your delusion. You settle that this is something to think about another time.

“Wait, Do the other guys know?” you ask.

“No”, jeonghan replies. “We didn't want to get them caught up incase we got caught, though I knew we would never.”

“Wait, so when you said you saw the killer eating an apple inDino’s kitchen you weren’t lying? You say with a smile.

“Do I ever lie, my love?” Jeonghan asks.

“Yes” you and Joshua say in unison.

“Whatever” Jeonghan says with an eye roll.

“So am I dating two psychotic serial killers now?” you ask.

“Psychotic is a bit harsh” Joshua says while holding his hand to his chest.

Yes you are” Jeonghan says as he carries you to the bathroom to properly clean you up.

As you look in the mirror you see Jeonghan’s pretty face looking back at you. You think to yourself “I wouldn’t mind being killed by someone as gorgeous as him” In that moment you realize you're just as psychotic as them, maybe you three do belong together.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #joshua smut #hongjisoo smut #joshua hong smut #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut #svt x reader #svt fanfic

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bteezxyewriter12 · 5 months

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Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

Word count- 3.3k

Includes- Sexual frustration, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, cockwarming, table sex, studio sex, from behind, missionary, multiple orgasms, squirting, fluff

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Namjoon POV

She moans in my mouth as she kisses me wildly, her arms around my neck, fingers tugging on my hair so pleasurably

She's in my lap, straddling me, both our bodies naked from the waist up, my arms around her waist, holding her right against me, feeling her soft skin against mine

Her hips move, rubbing her clothed pussy on my cock

I'm barely holding it together and I have to stop before I cum

"Bbb...baby stop", I gasp when I break the kiss, my hands stopping her from moving more

"No Joonie. No baby", she whimpers, her gorgeous big brown eyes pleading with me

"I can't baby", I answer

She knows I can't

I was working on my home studio when she came in

I knew what she wanted

She pulled my computer chair back, sat on my lap and kissed me

And because I love her and yeah, I'm horny for my wife, I kissed her back

Now I'm in this predicament

"I want you baby", she whimpers, pressing kisses to my neck, right into the spot I love

"I....I can eat you out-"

"No Joonie! That's all you've been doing for days. I love your tongue and your fingers but I want your cock!", she protests

"Babe-", I start

"No! You took this stupid bet without telling me and because of it I can't have your dick! That's not fair!"

"I know babe-"

"No you don't know!", she snaps, frustrated, "I want you! And you would flip a fucking shit if I told you I made a stupid agreement and you couldn't have my pussy for a month!"

She's right

I would be so pissed

But fucking Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook told me about them doing no nut November and made fun of me, telling me I could never last that long

They said I couldn't last a day, joked about how much I needed sex, needed to cum all the time, commenting on how I'm always touching her and taking her away from whatever we're doing to fuck her

I mean she's my wife, she's fucking hot and I want her so no shit I'm gonna fuck my girl

They just wouldn't let it go, I got pissed and agreed to bet them that I could last the whole month

I don't know why I did it

It shouldn't matter but I wanted to prove that I could do it

Needless to say when she was not happy when I told her about it

I told her I couldn't have sex with her but I'd still go down on her and finger her

I know it's not enough for her

We went from sex everyday to none

I know she's frustrated

I am too

It's been twenty days of it and I'm so fucking horny

Anything turns me on, makes me hard

Even if she sits on me and not moves it makes me hard

But I lasted this long, I can last longer

"That shit is something you do if your single like those other idiots. Not if you're married or are with someone! You're neglecting me!"

I raise my eyebrow, "I don't know if that's neglect exactly..."

She glares at me and I shut my mouth

She drops her arms from around my neck, looking away and starting to get off me

I tighten my arms around her, not wanting her to leave, especially not upset

"What can I do to make you feel better baby?", I ask her

She shakes her head, "Nothing Joonie. I just want you"

"C'mon baby", I say softly, running my fingers in her hair, pushing it over her shoulder, "Wanna make you feel good baby"

She looks back up at me, hesitating

"Tell me what you want baby"

"Wanna....let me sit on your cock"

I suck in a breath, "Baby I don't know-"

"I won't bounce Joonie. I won't fuck you", she says quickly, "I just want to feel you inside me. Wanna be full of you"

Fuck me, I want that too, my cock throbbing at the thought of being in her tight pussy again

"Please Joonie"

I don't know how it's gonna work, how I'm going to actually get inside her without coming

But I'm gonna try

I can do this

Cockwarming is ok...it hasn't made me cum before so it's fine

"Yeah baby, ok"

"Ok", she nods

She stands, tugging on my PJ pants and boxers, pulling them down and off, my cock so hard, straining and leaking

I reach for her, bending down, kissing her lower stomach, as I move my fingers in her PJ pants, dropping them down to her feet

She steps out of them as I pull her closer, slipping her panties down next

Once they're off, I kiss lower, murmuring, "Just let me taste you baby"

"Yeah Joonie"

Lifting her up, I put her on my desk, sliding my chair closer

Opening her legs, I bite my lip, seeing how wet she is, her juice dripping down her cunt onto my desk

Fuck

Leaning down, I lay my tongue on her and lick up, her sweet taste hitting me, making me moan

Her cunt is so soft, her swollen lips spreading for me as I drag my tongue between them

"Joonie", she whimpers, her fingers in my hair already

I run my tongue up and down her pussy, dipping into her hole, feeling her cunt tighten around it

Fuck, so tight, how am I gonna have her around my dick and not cum?

Fucking into her pussy, she clenches my tongue with each thrust, pleasure rolling down my body right to my hard cock

I push her legs open wider, burying my face in her cunt, swirling my tongue around her little hole before slipping in

Wiggling my tongue in her cunt, I pull out, swallow her juice then keep going

"Namjoon", she moans, her free hand gripping my upper arm tightly

Using the tip of my tongue, I flick her clit, a loud groan coming from her

Licking her clit over and over, it throbs against my tongue, turning me on so much

"Joonie, more", she whimpers

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I tug and play with her, her legs shaking around my head

Her hips start to move, fucking into my face as I suck hard, desperately on her tiny clit

I don't know what it is but once her clit is in my mouth, I can't get enough of it

I have to go hard, it's my favorite thing to suck on her body

It makes her so wet, dripping all over my face, it sliding down my neck, drowning me

And I don't want to be anywhere else

"Namjoon. Namjoon", she calls, coming against my face

I sped up the movement of my mouth, sucking her through her orgasm as she yells my name, her body shaking on top of my desk

As soon as she finishes, my tongue is by her hole, licking up her sweet cum, moaning into her cunt, making sure I get it all

"Joonie", she whimpers, tugging on my hair

I pull back, her eyes looking at me with lust and fuck, I want her

Moving my hands to her thigh, I pull her down, off the table and right onto my lap

"Can I?", she asks softly and I nod, holding my dick up for her

Her lips crash against mine, as she takes my head in and slowly pushes down

Her incredibly tight cunt splits open around me, pulsing hard already, sucking me in as she takes more and more of me

Pleasure crashes over me, it's so much more intense than normal

Her pussy waters my cock, my lap already soaked and I'm not even all inside her yet

I can't...it's so much, my cock throbbing fast at finally feeling her around me again

"Baby stop, I can't...I'm..

"No Joonie. I'm almost down", she pleads, my hands stopping her

"Second...one....se...", I trail off, squeezing my eyes tightly closed, getting control over myself and my dick

Think of something else

The songs I have to do

Melodies I have to fix, lyrics I have to tweak

It calms me down enough to keep her on me

"You...can keep going baby", I tell her

"Help me all the way down baby", she whimpers

I push her down on the rest of my cock, impaling her tiny pussy as I bottom out

"Oh fuck", I moan, her walls clenching around me so tightly, so pleasurably

"Joonie", she moans, "Feels so good Joonie. Fuck, I missed you so much"

"I missed you too baby", I whisper, sitting back in the chair, pulling her against me

Her head lays on my shoulder, her face against my neck

I hold her, running my fingers up and down her back, feeling her skin shiver against my touch

I smile, kissing the top of her head

Her pussy clenches around my length continuously, keeping a steady burst of pleasure running through my body, my cock throbbing every time she clenches

I can't help it, it just happens

We sit for a good few minutes this way

Then she starts squirming, her hips grinding down on me

More bliss hits me quickly as her pussy pulses gets faster the more she moves

"Baby", I gasp, my fingers digging into her hips, my brain turning off, "Sss...st...baby"

"Feels so good baby", she whines, her hips moving faster, cunt throbbing hard, gushing juice on my legs, "Wanna cum on your cock"

Fuck, I don't ..I don't think I can handle that

The pleasure from that....it'll make me cum

I can't

"Baby", I say louder, stopping her from moving, "I...too much..."

"Please Namjoon. I need to cum on your cock. I need to. I'm going crazy baby", she cries, tears welling in her eyes

I know how she feels, the frustration of the pleasure just stopping

It's driving me crazy too

"Just once Joonie. I'll get off you as soon as I finish ok, so you don't cum", she begs, "I promise I'll leave you alone for the rest of the month. I just need it. I need you"

I want to give her what she wants, I do

I just don't know if I can handle feeling her orgasm

The ecstacy from that is so fucking mind blowing and it's what I look forward to when we have sex

Just feeling her cum over and over

I'm addicted to her orgasms

And I'm worried that feeling even just one will throw me over the edge while I'm in this state

But as I look at her, my loving, supporting, beautiful wife, I can't deny her

She's right that I just sprung this on her without even talking to her about it

And she's dealt with it for all these days

She just can't take it anymore

She just wants me and I can't fault her for wanting to have sex with her husband

I'll deal with it, push back any feeling of coming to let her

"Ok baby", I nod, relief blooming in her eyes, "Just...don't bounce or grind ok? I'll make you cum"

She raises her eyebrow but nods, "Ok"

I kiss her lips softly, the feel of them on mine one of the best feelings in the world

"Turn around baby", I tell her after the kiss ends

I help her off me, turning her and pulling her back on my lap, her back against my chest

"Open your pretty legs for me", I ask and she spreads them so wide

Aligning my cock to her hole, I shove her down my length in one go this time instead of dragging it out

"Oh fuck", she moans, her pussy keeping a tight grip on my cock

Snaking my arm around her waist, I move my hand down, pressing my fingers to her swollen clit

I move my fingers in a circle, her loud cries of pleasure so pretty

I tilt her head back on my shoulder, pressing kisses to her neck as I play with her clit

She floods my cock even more, her cunt already throbbing harshly

"Mmm baby, my pussy feels so good", I praise her, "So tight baby girl. So fucking wet for me"

She nods, moaning, her eyes closed, her body shaking against me

"My cock feels good baby?"

"So good Joonie", she cries

I move my free hand around her boob, squeezing while pinching her nipples at the same time

"Joonie!", she cries, more juice leaking from her, "Oh fuck, don't stop...oh fuck your cock is so good baby"

I smirk against her skin, rubbing her clit faster, falling into the incredible feeling of her tight cunt spasming pleasurably around my cock

Her hands are on the chair's arm rests gripping it so hard her fingers are white

Her legs shake around mine, her hips beginning to move in a circle, grinding her spot on my cock head

I look down at her pretty body on me, her boob squished in my hand, sweat dripping down between her boobs, her hips moving hypnotically against my hand

God, fuck, my wife is so fucking hot

"Missed your cock so much Joonie", she whines, "Why did you take you away from me?"

I really don't fucking know

The agreement seems so fucking stupid right now

"Missed you too baby", I murmur, feeling how close she is, "Missed this tight cunt wrapped around me. Fuck, cum for me baby"

"Namjoon!", she cries at the next rub of her clit, her body shaking uncontrollably as she cums around my cock

I push up into her, the pure ecstasy from her orgasming pussy blinding me as we both yell

Oh my god, fuck me

God, I miss this

Fuck, it's so good, the fucking throbbing... fuck

"Namjoon! Baby!", she murmurs in my ear, her head back on my shoulder, eyes closed, pleasure all over her beautiful face

I move my gaze back down, watching her skin tremble as she cums, pleasure running through my entire body

And I say fuck it

Holding onto her, I stand up then bend her over my desk

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull my cock almost all the way out of her pretty pussy then thrust back in hard, bottoming out in one move

"Fuck!", I shout, the pleasure spiking and I just go feral

I thrust into her as hard as I can, desperate to feel her cunt suck my cock inside her, desperate to feel the pleasure I've denied myself for twenty fucking days

"Fuck baby", I whine, pounding into her, splitting her on my dick, "Feels so good. Fucking god, I was so stupid baby. So stupid to give you up for this long"

She moans, holding onto the equipment on my desk hard as she takes the pounding I'm giving her

I watch her tiny hole spread and strain around my cock, her cunt flooding my cock with so much cream it's dripping to the floor

Beautiful sight

Every stroke has my head hitting her spot, a yelp of pleasure coming from her pretty mouth

I'm in so much pleasure, my body shaking from it, making my brain turn off

Her cunt is impossibly tight, more than she's ever been, throbbing like crazy

"Cum for me baby", I beg, "I need to feel it. Please baby"

I crave that bliss

"Namjoon! I'm coming! Baby! Fuck!", she cries as she climaxes, pussy cream gushing from her hole, making a huge mess on my dick

"Yes baby!", I cry, shoving my cock inside her, letting the mind blowing pleasure washing over me

I feel like I'm gonna cum but I push it back with great difficulty

I'm not done fucking her yet

When she finishes, I pull out, flip her on her back, pull her to the edge and plunge my cock back into her pulsing cunt

"Joonie", she whimpers, her body arching beautifully

I keep my eyes on her beautiful face in so much pleasure as I fuck the life from her

"Baby", I whisper, sliding my hands up her body slowly, her soft skin trembling under my fingers, making me smile

My hands get to her big boobs, wrapping around them and holding on as I thrust my length into her welcoming cunt

Her hands move around my wrists, holding on, her legs wrapping tighter around me

I'm so close, her pussy feeling so fucking amazing and tight but I need her orgasm to get off

She gets closer with every thrust and I'm anxiously waiting for her

"Nnnn...Namjoon", she yells, her body shaking against the desk, her cunt tightening pleasurably around me, "Baby"

"Yes baby. Gimme baby. Fuck, want you to cum all over my cock", I urge her, "Please baby"

"Namjoon!", she yells, her pussy squirting around my cock and everywhere as she cums

Phenomenal ecstasy crashes into me as I scream her name, sheathing my cock inside her and coming the hardest I ever have in my life

"Namjoon! Yes baby!", she shouts, her pussy milking my cock as I shoot cum deep into her

My head is in the clouds, nothing but pleasure in my mind, my body

She whimpers my name over and over as we ride out the pleasure, gripping each other tightly

When I come back to my senses, I look down to pull out and I'm shocked to see how much I came

It's literally pouring out from around us and all over my desk

Jesus

Pulling out, her cunt gushes more but I don't care

I can clean it later

Picking her up, I sit back down in my chair with her on my lap, cuddling her and giving her kisses anywhere I can

"I love you Jo"

"I love you Joonie", she says tiredly, her arms moving around me to hold me close

I run my fingers in her hair as she lays her head on my shoulder

"You lost the bet", she says softly

"Worth it", I answer, kissing her forehead, "I'm sorry for taking the bet baby. It was stupid to deny both of us that"

"It's ok Joonie. Just don't do something like that without talking to me first"

"I won't", I promise, "I'm never taking a dumb bet like that again"

I'm never denying myself from being with my wife again

The guys can talk all they want, make fun of me all they want

I don't care

I have nothing to prove nor do I care to

Not anymore

She giggles, "Forgot how much you like sex?"

I didn't but I wasn't thinking about it

I was forcing it out of my mind

"Kind of. But you just reminded me", I smirk, moving my hips up, pressing my hard dick against her

"Again Joonie?", she laughs

I nod, smiling, "Yeah baby. Gotta make up for the past twenty days"

"All in one day?"

"Oh hell yes", I answer, standing up and carrying her to our room, "I'm so horny baby and I'm gonna fuck you all day and night. You're gonna be so sore tomorrow"

"Well you're lucky I'm just as horny as you are", she teases

I laugh, throwing her on the bed, then climbing on top of her, getting her legs around me

I move my fingers in her hair, looking down at her beautiful face

I love her so much it's insane

"I am lucky Jo. I have you", I answer, smiling at her

She blushes, her arms moving around my neck, "I'm lucky too baby. I love you Namjoon"

"I love you Jo"

She pulls me down for a sweet kiss that I fall into

When it's over, she smirks at me, "Now, fuck me baby"

"Your wish is my command baby", I smirk back, then bury my length inside her, her moan music to my ears, the start to a beautiful night

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thenewausten · 2 days

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i need quackity rejection angst, like imagine a read asking alex out and he said no and she has to see him everyday and or stream with him often

Thanks for the request!

Quackity Imagine: 'Cause only love can hurt like this.

You and Alex were friends, you went to events together, you streamed together... He was so easy to like, you know?! Like, a gentleman with you and everyone around you, and it made you like him. It made you fantasise for nights your days with him being yours.

After a long talk with Tina, Cellbit and Foolish, you decided to ask him out. They said he'd accept, and to be honest, you thought he'd to.

It was a rainy day when you went to his house to stream, and before the stream, you decided to ask. "Are you okay? You seem to be a little nervous today." Alex says to you. It was one of the reasons why you felt in love with him: he used to notice you.

"Yeah, uhm.. Alex, can I ask you somethin'?!" You say and he nods, stopping what he's doing to look at you. "I.. Do you want to go on a date with me?!" You ask, and Alex is looking at you a little bit shocked, the boy closes his eyes and sighs. "Shit." He whispers, opening his eyes again and facing you. "Look, Y/N... I, I'm sorry, I don't see you like this, okay?!" He says, and you feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment and sadness. With all your friends saying that Alex seemed to like you, you started to believe, and now your heart was in pieces and you couldn't even go home to cry. You had to stream with him.

"Yeah, I.. Where was I with my head to think you'd like me, anyway?!" You try to joke around, but your laugh is almost a sob and your voice trembles with the pain of the rejection.

"Hey, I... I'm sorry, Y/N. I'll give you five minutes to open the stream, okay?!" He says and leaves. Great. You can't help yourself but cry, tryin' not to sob, trying not to make any noises, tryin' not to let all the pain out of your chest because if you do, you won't stop cryin' easily. "Are you better?!" Alex appears after five minutes and you get a little angry with his insensibility. "Yes." You say, sitting on the fuckin' chair in front of his computer. "Let's do this live, please. I just want to leave." You say, Alex sits next to you, a little upset, you can read it in his face. It's all over his beautiful fuckin' face. "I hope this doesn't stay between us like this." He says and you look at him. "At least on live." He says. It's unbelievable. How can he be such a dick?!

"I..." You start, but you don't even finish it. You're so fuckin' sad, Alex rejected you and now he's being so insensible with your feelings. "Let's do it." He says when he sees you won't say anything. You stare him with a "I can't believe in you" face and keep staring when he smiles to the camera, starting to say "Hi" to chat. "Hiii, chat! How's everyone doing?!?"

Alex touches your thigh to "wake you up" and smile to you, you look at the camera with a forced smile on your face. "Hi, chat!" You don't even recognise your own voice anymore. "I'm here today with Y/N and we'll play games we used to play in our childhood!" He says. "Are you excited, Y/N?!" He asks you. "Yes." You say, not even tryin' to hide your disappointment with Alex's reaction to all that.

The live was a nightmare, of course that your both fans noticed you were sad. That you weren't in conditions to stream, that you and Alex... At the end of the live, your name and his was on trending topics of Twitter and your phone was full of messages of Cellbit, Tina, Foolish and even Bagi and Philza. "Thank you for the effort." You hear Alex's ironic voice. He's full of poison to attack you right now. "Our names are on trending topics of Twitter because you can't even fake a laugh."

"I just asked you out because I fuckin' love you and you rejected me, Alex! Do you want me to be happy?! Or to be able to fake a laugh?! Sorry, I'm not a fuckin' psycho." You get up from your chair, tears blur your vision as you walk away from his office. "It's not the end of the world, Y/N!"

"What part of 'I love you' you didn't understand, Alex?!" You turn around to face him, Alex stops in front of you. "You're such a dick, dude."

"Just because I said 'no' to your invitation?! Of a date?!" He asks. "No, Alex! Because of your insensibility! All you did was dehumanise me since I asked you out!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do, Y/N! Do you want me to hug you?! To say 'you'll find someone that loves you back, princess!'?!" He almost yells at you. "You should've done it, you should've cancelled the fuckin' stream, you should've talked to me about it!"

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't do it! I just felt suffocated with the fact my friend wants to have a date with me." He says and you roll your eyes. "How old are you?! Six?!"

"Fuck you, Y/N." He says, upset. "Fuck you, Alex. I can't believe it!" You start to sob and sit on the sofa. For some reason, you still think Alex will come to hug you, you still want him to. You still think he'll whisper "it's okay" in your ear as he consoles you for the damage he caused on you. It might be tragic, but it's better than listen to him grabbing your belongings and putting it on your bag. You get up and wipe your tears away, Alex gives you your bag and you look at him. "I see you tomorrow for the next stream?!" He asks, and the desire of punching him on the face only grows.

"No, Alex. I won't be streaming with you anymore, or being friends with you." You whisper, Alex seems to be confused and sad for the first time in this situation. "And... What? I..."

"Can I leave?! You wanted me to, anyway." You ask. "Wait, what about our streams?! What about QSMP?! And our lore?!" He asks. "Are you really worrying about that, Alex?!" You ask. It's unbelievable. "I'm out of QSMP and you can do your lives and lores by yourself!"

"No, but that's what defines our friendship! I don't want to stop being friends with you, Y/N!" He says. "Can I leave?!" You ask, upset. "Sure." Alex whispers and opens the door for you. You leave his apartment without even turning around to look at him, you hear the boy slam the door and a couple of tears fall from your eyes.

You couldn't believe, your heart was broken because of Alex. You thought that, at least, he'd be nice with you, but not even that, you know?! He sent you a lot of messages, but you decided to block him, unfollow him on social media and not even speak about him on live.

You felt in love with the wrong person. Alex could never love you the way you loved him.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months

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Silver Lining 12

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

Part of the Silverfox AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You leave your things in the guestroom, feeling less than homey in the unexpectedly cozy space. You stop at the top of the stairs and listen below. You hear a door and feel cold air seep in. Bucky grunts and you hear a loud clack as he mutters.

As you descend, the noise comes clearer. You approach the wide doorway to the front room and peer inside. He kneels in front of the fireplace, setting split logs inside as he bends forward, reaching back to rub his lower back.

He takes a flyer from the pile by his knee and shreds it into strips, stuffing it under the tent of wood as kindling. He takes the long barbeque lighter and lights and end of the newsprint and leans forward to blow the flame to life.

You observe him, rapt by his diligent work. You're not very good at those things. Not much of a camper or anything like that.

Finally, the wood begins to crackle and he sits back on his heel. He stacks the leftover wood against the wall and gathers up the newspaper. He places it on top and tilts his head up to stretch his neck.

He groans as he turns, starting as he sees you standing in the door. You clear your throat and sidle through.

"Sorry, I... d-didn't w-want to get i-in the way," you murmur.

"So, how do you feel about sandwiches?" He asks without a beat, "about the only thing I got that doesn't need the stove."

"Y-yeah, that's fine," you shrug and head back to the window, finding comfort in the peaceful fall of snow.

"Ham or turkey?" He asks.

"T-turkey, sure," you say over your shoulder, "I c-can help."

You turn to peek over your shoulder. He shakes his head, "I think I can handle it." He hesitates, "you don't think I'm tryna poison ya, do you?"

You blink and give a look. You know he's joking but it's a bit dark. You try to laugh but it's more a croak.

"Kidding," he says tenuously.

"I kn-know," you reply, "sor-ry, just... still a l-little antsy."

"Ah," he nods, "I'll... be right back."

You face the window again as he strides into the kitchen. Well, this is awkward. You rub your neck as you stare out at the night, bright with the pure snow. The noise of cutlery and plates fills the silence.

You close your eyes, trying to clear your mind. At least in this weather, you know his friend won't be coming back. Mr. Rogers... the last person you ever wanted to see again. You can barely even think about him.

You'll have to tell Lisa. She'll help you figure this out. She doesn't know everything but she knows he's dangerous.

You shudder and hug yourself. You don't feel good about it, even if he is gone. He knows you know Bucky, you could run into him again. You really don't think this is going to work out. He's ruined another job for you.

"Here ya go," Bucky interrupts your spiralling dread.

You flinch and turn to him as he crosses the room. You accept the plate and look at the tall can in his other hand. He offers it along with the sandwich.

"It's craft," he explains, "I got a bunch and it's just me so... I figured after today, you could use it."

"Oh, uh, th-thanks," you take the tall can as well, "I'll t-try it."

You sit down in the armchair and place the plate on the low coffee table. You take one of the coasters and lay it down. You pop the tab of the beer and sip as Bucky disappears back into the kitchen.

When he returns, you're setting down the can. It's alright, not really your favourite. You don't really drink and when you do, you don't go for beer.

"Th-thanks," you say as he sits one the couch, a can of his own in hand as he balances his plate in his lap.

"Yeah, don't sweat it. Bit of an unexpected twist to the night but better than getting lost out there in the snow," he comments.

"I g-guess," you say before nibbling on the crust.

"So... why'd you run off so quickly?"

"I..." you shake your head and swallow. You don't know what to say. He must think you're dramatic.

"You didn't like my friend," he says, "you're shy or something?"

You keep your eyes down and take another bite. You don't want to think about it anymore. It's as if you can feel Mr. Rogers, his hand on the back of your neck, his desk under your cheek--

"Sorry, I ov-ov-over-re-re-acted," you sputter, "I w-wa-was-wasn't expect-ting h-him."

"Me either."

You focus on eating. Letting him linger in silence. You reach for the beer and slurp.

"You're worked up again."

"S-st-stop," you say quietly, "I-I-I'm f-fine."

"Don't sound fine."

"I h-h-have a st-stutter," you exclaim, "y-you don't n-need to ke-ke-keep remin-ding me."

"I wasn't meaning..." he huffs and juts his jaw out, "I'm trying to ask you if you're okay?"

"I s-said so," you snap. You close your eyes and hang your head.

"Sorry," he apologises, again. Somehow, it doesn't help. "And I'm sorry you have to put up with an asshole like me."

"I d-d-didn't say th-that," you open your eyes and put what's left of the sandwich on the plate.

"I must be if you're trying so hard to get away from me," he sniffs, "I'm used to it. I know I can be blunt but... I thought we were working well together.”

You frown and entwine your fingers in your lap. Your heart is hammering. You could tell him right then who his friend is. Why you wanted to run. You could do it but you're embarrassed and scared and after all, you never did tell him no. You let it happen.

Your eyes tinge and your nostrils flair. You gulp thickly, "I--I-- I'm wh-what you s-s-said. A dis-dis-disappointment to ev-everyone."

"That isn't..."

"D-don't ask me w-w-why," you turn your face away as your eyes gleam, "ask him."

"Him? What?"

You cover your mouth. Why did you say that? Stop talking.

"N-nothing."

"You know him?" He asks.

"N-n-no," you grab the plate and bring it into your lap, "n-no. I--I'll h-help w-with the re-re-recording, o-okay?"

"How...?"

"Stop!" You squeeze the bread until you mush out a glop of mayo. You look down at the plate and drop the sandwich. "I s-s-said I'd do i-it. O-okay?! J-just--"

--like you told him. Just like did whatever he told you to. Just like he did whatever he wanted to you.

"Fine, alright," he raises his hands defensively, "god, you know, I'm trying to be nice and you just can't accept it."

Your lip trembles. You can't do it. You're fighting so hard and he just can't stop. You said you'd do the stupid show. You just want to change the subject.

"I... what did I do?" He's quiet.

You look at him as a tear slips out, "i-it's me," you say creakily, "I'm u-u-useless."

You stand and put the plate down next to the beer. You don't wait for an answer. He calls your name as you rush away, eyes bleary as you stagger to the stairs and grip the railing as you barrel up them. You shut yourself in the guestroom and sit against the inside of the door.

You're so stupid. Get over it! It's over so why don't you just grow up like everyone keeps telling you?

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milksnake-tea · 9 months

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OMG COULD I FOR THE FFOR TH- SAMPO 66666666ckfkuff 0PRŌMPY

OKAY I GOT THIS! FOR THE EVENT COULD I JAVE FLUFF PROMOT 6 ACCIDENDNFLLY FALLING ASLEP ON SAMPO???? HAVE A GREAT! YOUR WRITING 🥺☺️😊

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: You accidentally falling asleep on them. ❀ ˎˊ- 1k followers event ❀ ˎˊ- character: sampo ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: mentions of alcohol ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: IM SORRY IN ADVANCE IM STILL TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO WRITE SAMPO,,, HOPE U LIKE IT THO VI !!! also this hinges on the masked fools sampo theory so coughs

It's late at night at a bar in Epsilon, the home of the Masked Fools. The sound of laughter, the pouring of alcohol, and the songs of bards fill the air. Bright, warm lights, coupled with the darkness of night outside, create a beautiful balance.

You laugh at one of your fellow masked followers' jokes, leaning on Sampo as you sip at your preferred drink. Your lover in question is prattling on to another follower, retelling the story of Belobog and the Astral Express in a far more entertaining and dramatic fashion.

You'd love to live in this moment forever, basking in the blessings of the Elation. However, you were still only human, and the hours without sleep were beginning to get to you.

But you weren't one to ruin the joy of others on your account. A simple nap would do. Just a few minutes, and you'd be back on your feet with everyone else. Just a few... minutes...

Behind your mask, your eyelids drooped, and your head lolled onto Sampo's shoulder. Soon enough, five minutes turned to ten, and ten into twenty.

"Huh? Oh," Sampo laughed when he saw you dozing off on him, his chest rumbling with his laughter. "Would you look at that."

In one fell swoop, he swept you into his arms, and stood up from the table. He does it so easily, it's almost like second nature to him. Meanwhile, you are none the wiser, lost in your own dreamland.

"Well, it seems our night together is coming to an end, my good friends!" he declared, keeping his voice loud and joyful, but not too loud that you would awaken. He bows the best he can with you in his arms, careful not to drop you. "Let's continue this tale another time, yeah?"

He only chuckled when his friends jokingly boo him, sauntering off as they ushered him away. Using his foot to open the door, Sampo finds that the outside is much quieter than the roars of the tavern. Much more peaceful, he muses.

As he headed towards your shared inn, your head bumped against his chest, jolting you awake. You yawned in his embrace, stretching.

"Sampo..?" you said drowsily, blinking deliriously at him from behind your mask. "Where... are we?"

"We're just about headed home," he replies, grinning down at you with that cheeky smile of his. You don't know how he did it, but he'd already removed his mask. Why he didn't remove yours, you didn't care to find out.

"Mm." You hummed, curling into yourself to snuggle closer against his chest. "You didn't have to leave, you know."

"Yeah," Sampo agreed, "but how could I leave my little angel to sleep in such a loud place? Just isn't right."

You laughed, the sound warming Sampo's heart. "You're so sweet."

"Aren't I?" Sampo chuckled. "Make sure to tell the guys and girls over at Belobog that, won't you?"

"I always do." You let out another yawn, closing your eyes once again. Sampo wanted to protest, but you were already knocked out. He sighed to himself, smiling fondly as he arrived at the inn.

"You are so high maintenance sometimes, you know that?" he said to no one in particular, not really meaning what he said. "Eh, whatever. Still love you though."

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the Clarks [four] // alicia clark

summary: the last thing you expect is for the world to basically end, but you're grateful you have the Clarks by your side as it does.

warning/s: mentions of the dead, blood, death and drug withdrawals.

author's note: this chapter was originally one super long one so i split into two short ones, hence why this is a little on the shorter end compared to others. Hope you like it nonetheless! one part left after this 🥰

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A few hours later, as the sun was setting, my mum finally made it home in one piece. As soon as I saw her car pulling in the driveway from the Clarks front window, I was about to go and check on her per Madison's request, but Madison beat me to it and insisted she come with me.

"Okay...," I agreed with confusion. "But she'll be fine. She wasn't sick this morning and I doubt she's suddenly caught a cold between then and now."

Madison was unconvinced but joined my side nonetheless, but not without casting a final glance at Alicia, saying, "Don't leave the house. We won't be long."

Alicia rolled her eyes but nodded, joining her brother on the couch. Madison and I left for my house, myself letting her in and hoping my mum wouldn't be in a mood and start berating me or, even worse, Madison.

"Mum? You home?" I called out, closing the front door and going into the living-area. "Mum–?"

"Will you keep it down!" her familiar voice hissed from the couch, and Madison and I stopped when we saw her laying across it, head under a cushion. "I'm trying to sleep here!"

I sighed, rolling my eyes and shooting Madison an 'I told you so' look. "Okay, sorry. I'm heading over to the Clark's house."

"Whatever."

Remembering why I hated being here, I dragged Madison back out the front door and we walked back to hers.

"See?" I said knowingly. "Nothing out the ordinary. Still as hostile as usual."

Madison glanced back at my house. "Hmm, yeah... d'you wanna stay at ours tonight? I'm sure Alicia would appreciate the help with Nick."

"You sure it won't be too much with Travis and his family coming around?"

She shook her head, patting me on the back as she motioned for me to go through the front door. "Of course not. There's always room for you here, you know that."

I smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, Madison."

When we returned to the living room, Nick was trying to listen to the radio as Alicia was distracted by her phone, probably messaging Matt. When she saw us returning, she looked back to us both.

"How's your mum?" she asked, earning Nick's attention, the two of them waiting.

"Still hates me," I joked, making Madison tut disapprovingly, and I was forced to change my comment. "Sorry. I meant, she's still her usual tired self after a long day of work. Happy now?"

Madison sighed and headed for the kitchen as Nick and Alicia gave me sympathetic glances, but I shrugged them off and sat on the armchair. Alicia put on the TV and we put on the news, per Nick's request, confused at all the chaos happening in the city with some protests. We didn't get to watch it long enough to understand the issue however, as the electricity suddenly cut off, leaving us in the bare bones of light of dusk coming through the windows.

"Kids? You okay?" Madison called out from the kitchen, and we yelled in confirmation. Not long later, the blonde returned with candles and matches. "Help me light these."

As we discussed why the power had suddenly gone out, Nick started mumbling about the power grid and losing control and a bunch of other nonsense that Alicia and I exchanged looks at. Maybe he was still a little delusional from his withdrawal, who knew?

After we finished lighting and spreading out the candles, we all heard a high-pitched scream from outside, startling everyone and making us run to the front window to see what was happening. My own eyes widened when I saw the neighbours across the road running as someone chased them, attacking them with a weapon of some sort. There was blood covering their clothes and it didn't look good.

"Mum, we have to do something!" Alicia exclaimed, before tugging my arm to the door.

"No! You can't go out there!" Nick shouted, and Madison jumped in front of us both before we could leave.

"Your brother's right, it's too dangerous!" she said sternly.

I looked at her with disbelief. "Madison, they need help, we can't just sit and–"

"Nobody leaves this house, understood?!" she ordered, and I breathed out with surprise. She looked to Nick, saying, "Lock the windows and doors now, son."

I blinked, glancing at the window. "I have to go back home. Mum's alone and–"

"Is everything locked up?" Madison asked, sensing my concerns. "Doors? Windows?"

I nodded, almost sure. "I think so. Unless she opened something before she passed out. But she doesn't usually–"

"Then she'll be okay," Madison said with certainty. "It's not safe out there, Y/N. Stay here, okay? Just until Travis gets back and then we'll check on your mum together."

I wasn't convinced, but it definitively wasn't safe out there and I wasn't sure what else to do. Mum would be fine, right?

"Stay here," Alicia said after a moment, taking my hand and earning my attention. "I'll come with you later."

If I wasn't convinced before, I certainly was now. Anything Alicia asked, I was sure I'd do – this included. So, with a reluctant sigh, I nodded and gave in.

How was I supposed to know what this 'sickness' was? How was I supposed to know that the news and the neighbours and the electricity going out were all signs for what would happen?

After everything went wrong that night, the neighbours changing right before our eyes, Travis and his family returning, looking like they'd seen a ghost, Alicia almost dying... I dreaded what that could mean for my mother.

It wasn't until I raced to the living-area with my heart in my throat when I saw my mum snarling at the wall, her back facing me. It should have been obvious what was wrong, especially after what I'd seen moments before, but I refused to believe it.

"Mum?" I asked nervously, taking a step forward. "You okay?"

Her snarling quietened as she paused, tilting her head, then she turned around and I saw the worst. Her jaw was slacken, bloody and spit around her lips, eyes grey and blank, skin rough... she looked dead, just like the others, and tears burned my lids.

"Y/N, stay away from her!" Madison exclaimed, tugging me back before my mum could grab me with her outreached fingers.

Travis rushed in behind us with the shotgun he used to stop the neighbour with earlier and pointed it directly at my mum.

"Wait, just wait–" I tried to make them stop, hoping I could figure out something else. Maybe she wasn't one of them? Maybe it was reversible?

"Y/N, honey, we gotta go," Madison said, trying to pull me back, but I fought against her.

"Just wait! She might be okay! She might–!"

"Maddie, get her out of here!" Travis warned, moving backwards as my mum approached him.

"Y/N, come on!" Madison shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the front door.

"Just wait! Please, just–!"

BANG.

She was my mother. A bad one who probably hated my very existence, but she was still my mother and she didn't deserve to die like this.

"We need to go back inside, sweetie," Madison said softly, pulling me towards her for a hug, but I could barely hear her, the sound of the shotgun repeating in my mind.

The last ever sight of my mum was an undead, bloody mess and I wasn't sure I could ever un-see it.

19 years old — 21 days later...

We'd found some abandoned-looking hotel to take refuge in for the moment – Madison, Alicia and I, along with Strand and Ofelia, some friends we'd made whilst escaping the city. Everything had gone so horribly wrong these past few days, with the Abigail being taken, Travis leaving to find Chris who'd gone on the run after trying to kill Madison and Alicia, and Nick choosing to leave his family altogether.

The last one was the one I couldn't quite understand. How could he choose to leave his family in the middle of an apocalypse? You don't just leave family behind, especially not now, not when surviving is impossible without them. It hurt, even more when he asked me to come with him, but how could I? How could I just leave Madison and Alicia?

I was pissed off and hurt to say the least. He should have been better to them, no matter what. And it had clearly affected Alicia more than she was letting on.

Madison and Strand were having a look downstairs in the hotel to make sure there were no infected. Meanwhile, Ofelia, Alicia and I took to the upstairs to check the hotel rooms. As Ofelia wandered off down the hall, I used this as my chance to check in with Alicia.

"Hey," I said quietly, falling into step with her. She glanced at me, expressionless, so I continued, "You okay?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

I tried to read how she was feeling, searching her eyes for something beyond this feigned nonchalant persona she had, but there was nothing. "Nick."

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she said, "He chose to leave. I can't change that."

I tilted my head slightly. "I know that, but it's still shitty and he shouldn't have done it."

She released a deep breath as she looked down, avoiding my eyes. I knew her well enough to know that she cared a lot for him, even if she tried to pretend she didn't.

"I can go and look for him if you want," I offered, wanting her to be okay. "Bring him back."

At this, she immediately stopped walking and looked to me like I was insane. "Hell no! You're not going out there, risking your life because he wants to have a pout! You're not cleaning up his messes for him again!"

I swallowed awkwardly, surprised by her sudden outburst. "Okay, you're right. Sorry, I didn't mean to–"

"No!" she exclaimed again, flustered and irritated and in disbelief. "Why would you even say something like that?!"

"Alicia, I–"

"He chose to leave!" she reminded me with a glare, and I soon realised it wasn't aimed at me. "He– he thought it was safer out there than it was with us, so he can live with that! But you– you're not going! I'm not losing you, too!"

Frowning when I saw her eyes tearing up, I tried to take back my words. "Alicia–"

"It doesn't matter," she said stubbornly, before looking away and pushing past me to go to Ofelia.

I watched her go, my heart squeezing with guilt. For God's sake, Nick, why did you have to leave?

As we searched a few rooms, soon realising the ones with a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door handles were full of infected, we stayed in a room to use the shower and get into a change of clothes. Thankfully, by a miracle, the water was still working and we didn't know for how long, so Alicia showered first. Ofelia left to get some fresh air and I was stuck gathering some clothes for my shower next, whilst also wondering how to talk to Alicia without upsetting her yet again.

Soon enough, I heard Alicia leaving the bathroom and turned to see her walking to the mirror, fully dressed but with wet hair and a towel in hand.

"You can go," she said briefly, before facing the mirror.

I nodded, chewing my lip awkwardly and standing up. I hesitated, glancing at her as she wiped her face with her towel, then decided to grow a pair and talk to her.

"Alicia?"

"What?"

"D'you wanna talk about it?"

She paused, still not turning to look at me, then answered firmly. "No."

Figuring it was too soon, I respected her decision with a nod and was about to go to the bathroom. Then, she spoke up again, stopping me.

"Why did he go?"

I turned around, seeing her looking at the counter with sad eyes.

"Why would he just leave?" she continued, voice so quiet she sounded like a kid. "He's supposed to be my brother."

I approached her cautiously, not wanting to push her away when she was finally opening up. "I can pretend to understand Nick's decisions, but I never have. I understand why you're upset, Alicia. I am, too. He was supposed to stick by me, too. I didn't think he'd just go."

"He asked you to go with him," she said, neither accusatory or upset, and looked up at me. "Why didn't you?"

"Why would I?"

She pursed her lips, green eyes darting between mine as if trying to find the truth. But I was telling it, she had to know that.

"He's your best friend," she started, but I stopped her, knowing where she was going with it.

"He's an arsehole," I said, my frustration peeking through without meaning to. "He shouldn't have left you. His job is to be there for his family. That's what family does! There was no way I was going with him, Alicia."

She nodded slowly. "Please, don't go after him. If you go too, I wouldn't know what to do."

Without thinking, I stepped forward and cupped her cheek, forcing her to meet my eyes and see the honesty. "I promise you, I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here with you. Okay?"

She nodded, lips curving into a frown, before suddenly pulling me close and hugging me. Her arms wrapped around my neck tightly, not letting go so soon, and I returned the gesture, not quite ready to either.

21 years old...

Never did I think the Clarks and I would find a place to call home again since we lost our own over two years ago, and yet that's exactly what we'd done. Built a home in the Dell Diamond Baseball Stadium in Texas, of all places.

Sometimes, I could barely believe it was as safe and well-equipped as it was, that we didn't have to worry about infected or rival gangs or anything. We could just live and build a new life in a shared community, and that was enough. Madison had worked extremely hard to make this place what it was, and we'd all worked with her to keep it a safe haven.

Some of the benefits included actually being able to eat a proper breakfast every morning, such as now. I was sat with Nick, who was bugging me and trying to dare me to put chilli powder on my scrambled eggs.

"Nick, please fuck off," I said as politely as I could, making him smirk.

"Buzz kill."

"No, I'm just not five," I said knowingly, looking at him over my coffee cup. "I don't do dares."

"You didn't seem to have that attitude when you dared me to jump in the river the other day," he said with a quirked brow.

I tried not to smile at the memory. "You're the idiot who agreed. Not my fault."

He rolled his eyes playfully as Alicia and Nick's girlfiend, Luciana, approached our table and joined us.

"Nick, are you annoying Y/N again?" Luci asked as she shoved him in the arm slightly. "Leave her alone."

"Unfortunately, he hasn't left me alone since we were kids," I told her before he could answer, making him scoff and Luci smile.

"Good morning," Alicia said, flashing me a smile as she sat beside me with her breakfast tray.

I returned her smile, trying ever so hard to ignore the butterflies I'd felt for her for an embarrassingly long time now. "Morning."

"You still on for the supply run today after lunch?" she asked as she started to dig in to her eggs.

I nodded in agreement. "Definitely."

It was supposed to be her, me and a few other residents, and I always loved going on a supply run. I suppose it helped when my partner was Alicia. What could I say? If you fell in love with someone over the course of your lifetime, it was kind of hard to just get over it.

After enjoying breakfast together, the others went their separate ways whilst Alicia and I stuck to our usual morning routine of doing the rounds around the stadium, checking in on all the different stations. It was the best start to my day, for obvious reasons.

We checked in on the gardens, the greenhouse, the kitchens – everywhere – before reaching the final station, the training area. One of the new residents we'd accepted into the stadium recently, Rick, was stealing the show as he threw knife after knife, hitting every target in the centre like a pro. It would have been impressive if he wasn't so flirty with Alicia since he'd arrived. Unfair of me, I know, but I was allowed to be jealous, surely.

"Wow, someone's been practicing," Alicia commented with an impressed smile once he was done.

He smiled, shrugging. "I've just got good aim."

She shook her head, crossing her arms. "Seriously, Rick, that's so good. Where did you learn?"

"Just comes with time," he admitted in a perfectly polite way, and yet I hated it.

She hummed, glancing around. "You ever thought about teaching it? There's a lot of people here who'd love to learn, I'm sure."

He mirrored her stance, crossing his arms, and met her eyes with mischief. "That depends. Would you be in the class?"

Taken aback, Alicia's cheeks began to turn pink. "I– well– possibly. I could always learn something new."

"Then how could I say no?" he played along with a cheeky smile, checking her out.

I couldn't help the face I pulled as I looked between them both, instantly getting put off. It was hard to tell if Alicia was interested in him, but she was definitely flustered by his obvious flirting and suddenly turned into a blushing mess. Deciding I didn't want to witness it however, I left them to it as they continued chatting and flirting and overall making me regret eating breakfast because I was certain I was gonna vomit.

"Hey, grumpy pants, what's up?" Madison appeared out of nowhere as I walked away, then glanced behind us at Alicia. "New guy'a really taken a liking to Alicia, huh?"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "I guess."

Madison raised an eyebrow with amusement. "What? Don't approve?"

Hiding my jealousy the best I could, I shrugged. "It's none of my business."

"Huh, okay," was all she said, hiding a smile, before she asked, "Can you help me with something in the greenhouse? Could use an extra pair of hands."

"Sure thing."

"You sure Alicia won't mind me stealing you?"

I swallowed hard, nodding. "She's a little preoccupied. She won't even notice."

Madison chuckled before patting my back. "Alright, sweetie, c'mon."

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tybaltsjuliet · 2 years

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If you have the time, I'd love to hear more of your opinions about how Belle's aesthetic should be Gothic Heroine™ instead of Smart™. Can you elaborate on what that means?

for sure!

so, first off, this is all rooted in how i feel that intelligence is vastly overhyped and overstated as belle's Defining Trait. it's quite lazy, to my mind, that she has been deemed The Smart Princess because She Reads Books. ariel displays far more intellectual curiosity about the human world than belle does about anything. tiana is a successful businesswoman and mulan is a full-on war strategist by the time their stories conclude! i would sooner call them The Smart Princesses, whereas i think belle is far more defined by her passionate heart, her willingness to throw herself into danger, and her yearning for adventure. of course, those aren't terribly descriptively snappy, so i like to say belle is The Gothic Heroine Princess, as shorthand, because of the atmosphere of beauty and the beast and because she is a Capital R Romantic.

take the things we meet her reading, for one:

“i just finished the most wonderful story about a a beanstalk and an ogre and...”

“far-off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!”

“here's where she meets prince charming, but she won't discover that it's him till chapter three!”

this isn't to say that people who enjoy fairy tales and fantasy aren't intelligent, or that they aren't intellectually stimulating genres (consider villeneuve's full, literary “beauty and the beast” - if you want a fairy tale to rotate around your brain for months, that's it!) but intellectual stimulation is not what belle is focusing on. she delights in reading for the escapism - the adventure, the magic, and the romance that she craves.

and, speaking of which, for all the jokes people make her about her Daily Mean Song (and i do think that tweet is extremely funny), she's not even intellectually snobbish! the most derision in that vein she ever gives is in response to gaston - “well, some people use their imaginations.”/”you are positively primeval.” - who fully deserved it in the moment, because he was disrespecting her, her book, and generally behaving like a boor!

yeah, she remarks on the poor, provincial town and its little people, but what is her chief complaint? “every day like the one before.” “every morning just the same since the morning that we came.” yeah, she remarks that there’s no one in the town she can really talk to - but it’s clear from the opening number that it’s not that it’s because she thinks she’s better than them, but because they think she is the strange one!

leaving those thoughts aside, it’s also worth noting that throughout, belle acts far more from her heart than her head, relying on her emotions. racing off alone into the woods to try to find her father is not smart. sacrificing herself to become the prisoner of the beast is not smart. going into the west wing, after being expressly forbidden to do so by the beast, is not smart. for all she knows, the beast could have killed her for that. and defying gaston publicly, in front of his mob of angry villagers - decidedly not smart! and belle does not give a fuck, because she is The Gothic Heroine Princess, and she knows instinctively that her Capital R Romanticism will save the day. her good judgment of character - distrusting gaston, for instance - is often cited as another example of her intelligence, and it is - but that is something else that’s rooted in emotional intelligence versus intellectual intelligence. her emotional strength - her compassion and her passion, her sense of adventure and her sense of what is right, no matter what the rest of the world tells her to do and feel and think - is what gets her through her ordeals in the village that ostracizes and rejects her, as well as the enchanted castle with danger and mystery around every corner. (indeed, the line between “enchanted castle” and “haunted castle” is but a gossamer thread, and she makes that castle her home.)

and, of course, there is absolutely nothing more gothic heroine than falling in love with disney’s very first byronic hero.

#;ask me your questions and get some answers.#;dream factory.#;ever just as sure as the sun will rise.

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The Great War (5/10)

Summary: After landing in a place he has no idea about, Tom comes across someone who can finally help him get back to Manchester

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem! reader

The quiet of the morning slowly edged into Y/N's periphery as she slowly woke from dreaming. The comfort of the bed and a warmth around persuaded her to stay, but the reminder of the day ahead lingered. She inhaled, picking up the slightest hint of citrus as she peeled her eyes open. The sight of a chest beneath her, an arm curled around her waist, caused her movements to halt.

They must've moved in their sleep as her head laid on his chest, her body curved into his. Careful not to wake him, she caught a glimpse of his expression. It was calm, the tension ebbed away from his features, allowing her to simply admire his handsome features. She couldn't exactly remove herself without waking him so Y/N relaxed. They could wait there for a bit longer while he rested. He was still recovering from his injury. The rest would do him some good before the journey so she tucked her head back into his side.

A couple beams cracked through the curtains, warming his face, Tom's steady breaths picking up at the movement around him. He inhaled, cracking his eyes open before noticing the body tucked into his side.

He noticed her even breathing and hummed, his voice slightly deeper in the morning, "Mornin'."

Y/N glanced up at him, "Morning."

"Comfortable there?"

Blood rushed to her cheeks at the close proximity, their faces mere inches apart. Tom's hand at her waist, her own tucked beneath the blanket at his side.

"Sorry, I don't remember-I didn't-"

Tom's chuckle vibrated in his chest, "-I'm only teasing you, love. It's fine."

She exhaled, biting her lip "Sorry."

"Stop saying your sorry. You won't here any complaints from me." He caressed her waist.

Y/N shook her head, rolling onto her side of the bed to rise.

"Where you goin'?" Slight disappointment ebbed in his tone. She glanced back at the frown in his features as he blinked at her.

"To brush my teeth."

He exhaled, breathing out a laugh as she looked on confused.

"Something funny?"

"No. Well I suppose you won't kiss your husband with morning breath."

Causing her to scoff and shake her head. The woman gripped her pillow and lightly smacked the man, despite his protests. A pleasing smile grew on her lips at his protests as he held his hands out to catch the pillow.

"Hey-hey! I'm joking!" Tom laughed, and she chased the sound. The woman shook her head, dropping the pillow. He sighed, a dreamy look on his face as he watched her leave.

Much later, Tom had finished up with collecting his things when he noticed Y/N at the counter, hands trembling as she struggled with clasping her necklace. He frowned and walked over, a hand ghosting over her own.

"Allow me." He breathed. She caught his gaze in the mirror, a small smile as she allowed him to clasp the necklace. A shiver ran along her skin, his fingers brushing her neck.

"Something on your mind?" He asked, sensing something else in her silence.

"I lived here my whole life. It's-its going to be strange. Leaving and not knowing if I'll ever come back."

He exhaled, understanding that loss you felt leaving home. At least he was fortunate to return home. She looked down at the desk, returning to rummage with their papers and the last of her belongings, packing them in the bag.

He recognised the shakiness in her grip, sliding his hand to grip her's. "It'll be alright. Promise." Tom tried to offer her the same comfort she had him.

She knew there wasn't certainty in the statement, but she didnt dissuade his statement. Y/N allowed herself to believe Tom's words, offering a sad smile in return.

"I hope you're right."

***

She recognised what the doctor was talking about - how Tom’s eyes seemed to follow her. How his attention never seems to wander despite what is going on around them. How he listens to her talking in hushed tones. The eye contact drove her heart to skip. Crossing through the next part of town, she noticed all the little things in Tom's demeanour and touch. The way he tugged his arm around her shoulders, guiding her into the cafe. And when they depart again, his hand wanders on the small of her back protectively. It was an unfamiliar sensation, stirring a dreamy feeling in her chest as she allowed herself this moment within the uncertainty of their current situation.

Now, they wandered through the forest together, having the peace and quiet of their thoughts to fill the silence. The looming threat allowing them to talk freely.

“What’d you do for fun? When you’re not working at the hospital?”

“You’re gonna think it’s silly.”

“Come on. I promise I won’t.” he smiled encouragingly as she sighed and turned her head.

“I like to go dancing.” she confessed, a shy smile on her face as he chuckled.

“The lady enjoys dancing, does she?”

“Yes. She does.” she drew out, meeting his eyes.

“What kind of dancing are we talking about...” infaring a suggestive look with his raised eyebrows.

A breathy laugh escaped her mouth, “Not that kind. A slow dance.”

“The kind that requires a partner.”

“So you’re a romantic, then?” he held onto her words.

“Aren’t we all in some respect?” she posed, “I much prefer a slow dance. It offers...intimacy between two people. You feel connected in the moment.’’

“And your partner?"

“Not just anyone. They need to be in sync with you, otherwise it won’t work. Dancing is timing, coordination, but also balance.”

“Sounds a bit complicated.”

“It’s satisfying once you know the steps.” she reassured.

Y/N felt herself halt in her steps at the sound of murmuring voices in the distance.

“What’s wrong?” She quickly gripped Tom’s arm and shoved him with her into a small ditch, a tree hiding them in plain sight. She tripped fell from the height into his arms. Her eyes were wide as she raised a finger to her lips. He nodded, their breaths matching to a slow pace. Her eyes dart from him to glance up above, giving Tom a clear view of her neck as she inhaled and exhaled sharply. One of her hands drifted to her waist, cocking a pistol as the two sets of footsteps grew closer.

Hearts beating in tandem, the pair looked at each other as the silence drew out a deadly line leading back to them. Should they not return from this, at least they would have the other in their final moments, holding onto each other as a lifeline before the final shoe dropped. They held their breaths as the feet halted right above them, the voices talking for a moment. Tom held her gaze as they froze, blood thundering in her ears until the sound of retreating footsteps eased their tension. Y/N sighed, her hair brushing his face as she leaned forward and rested there a moment. He let her rest for a moment until she stood and helped him off the ground. Both checked their periphery to ensure they were truly alone.

“You had that the whole time?” he asked, curious which she nodded in response.

“I wasn’t going to leave us defenceless.”

“Why didn’t I get one?” he asked, to which she pulled another pistol from inside her coat.

“That one’s not loaded.”

“It’s like you don’t trust me.” he tilted his head.

“I trust you. I don’t trust anyone else.” she retorted, “Best not to keep two loaded weapons on your person. If it comes into someone else’s hands, I’d rather not be on the other end of a loaded gun.”

“Right.”

Y/N handed him a cartridge of bullets, “This is a last resort. We can’t bring attention to ourselves, if we can help it.” tucking the pistol under her shirt as they continued walking.

“Quick thinking there.”

She froze, turning back to him as he played with his hands.

“You know, I’d probably be dead ten times over if not for you.”

Y/N paused, her mouth agape “That’s not-” but he sent her a pointed look. “Okay. I’ll suppose I’ll take that as a compliment?”

He chuckled, “Thanks. Though I do have a question.”

“Yes?”

“Now that were in the forest and there’s no one here, can I still hold your hand?”

“What for?”

He shrugged, “Do I need a reason?”

She tilted her head to the side, glancing at him with a mouth agape at his forwardness. Tom chuckled at her flushed cheeks, tugging her along with a gentle grip.

He would move between flirtatious and soft-spoken within a moment when it came to her. Even in the most dark moments, he’d find the vigour to move things along with his quick wit. It was something she had come to adore about him. The thought itself caused her eyes to fall avert, something stirring in her stomach at the thought of Tom Bennett. There was something about him that drew up a passion, a longing for more than she could afford.

An offer of freedom and happiness for a woman who was barred everything she deserved with the fall of her bloodline. Fear instilled in her mind for the agony of falling for a person you cannot have, for fate had repeatedly told of the lone path she was destined to walk.